As soon as we've banished the witch from the broom closet, all night we twitch with dreams. In one, I fill the teakettle, the living room flush with crows. You keep building a boat we have no time to use. It splinters as soon as it touches water. There are deer milling in the yard that we lead, one by one, to slaughter. This daughter, so hungry and buzzing she keeps us up all night, carrying blankets back and forth to stop her weeping. Honey seeping through the floors. You keep building beds that float away on the lake. They're so small, they hold nothing but dolls.