What We WantWhat we wantis never simple.We move among the thingswe thought we wanteda face a room an open bookand these things bear our names --now they want us.But what we want appearsin dreams wearing disguises.We fall pastholding out our armsand in the morningour arms ache.We dont remember the dreambut the dream remembers us.It is there all dayas an animal is thereunder the tableas the stars are there.