the other woman

if she's living my dream
she puzzles and she sings
while mountains are not
for climbing (necessarily)

lovers do the dishes 
and the gardening
unless we feel like it

in the best of dreams, she, being me
can say in five languages
fluently, with clarity
nothing but what she really means

and she has means, this other woman
who dreams as me
her beauty's in her energy
in what she's built
not in what she's lost 
disintegrating

(woman descending a staircase)

(other woman laughing)

she will not be the "other" woman
and I will not be the other other woman
not if this is our dream