As if dreams were a language that includes the social surface / of the body, ‘signal fire’ in the desert as the song says, the / body’s lamp glowing, armpits & breasts & pectoral muscle. / Signifier. We see our selves moving. In the dream one’s own / body signifies, at least. (But can we read it?)
Erín Moure reads her eight-part poem, “Hope Stories”:
“Hope Stories” has been published with permission from the author. It originally appeared in Sheepish Beauty, Civilian Love by Véhicule Press in 1998.