Do you ever say things
not because you mean them
but because other people have said them
and meant them?

Where do you go when you sleep?
What do you say
to the ones you love?
What do you do?
What is the name of your 
autopilot?
Their tics?

In the space between
sleeping and dreaming 
are you ever horrified
by what you bear
on your hands?

What, then, do you do
when you're awake?
Do you bury your hands
or wash (lave) them clean?