Dream Moving I pack and move every night dream-hunt for apartments always a hole somewhere a missing wall wing of raw beams unfinished a basement down rickety stairs not to be entered something scurries, I desperately plug up cracks the floor gapes up, uneven separating. Once on a hill next to the ocean a blue and white house with open arches tiled mosaic floor and sweeping rooms the breeze blew through outside sea grasses and dunes. It cannot be for me I thought and did not stay. Kim Hodges Back to the Astrophysicist's Tango Partner Speaks