who linger, who watch as I once did from the high corner of a dream, floating above your
hospital bed. I attended night for you. I guard[ed] my Master’s Head. In dreams I gave you eyes.
I gave you a shiny network of veins and a stopless heart. New forms to carry you, bind you to the
day. I should have wished your body away—erased the flesh of you, the flaw.
Titles and italics from Emily Dickinson