working out

before the treadmill
I am lifting weights
in the silent garage
this afternoon
only with
the meeting
and separating of metals
and the interrupted dark

I had a dream last night
of you standing in the tundra
with the dogs
your lungs exposed and filled with milk
vibrating like two engines

my brother was pressing bullets
into the snug slots of your spine

you were spitting the cold cylinders
from where your skeleton
comes through your gums
like a few white wolves
appearing at the mouth
of a cave

when I was younger
I wore metal snakes
around my waist
and two ears on each side
of my face
and no dreams as these danced between them