BEASTS OF THE SEA FLOOR Painting by Odilon Redon The world I know on land, I don’t know it, not really. My dreams take me down into water, deep water, oceans where I find myself drowning—or coming up for air. When I awaken, it’s like I’m seeing land for the first time. I think land is the dream, a permanent one. Sea creatures call me back under the waves. They know my name. I’m learning theirs. DURING the power outage they make love, something to do when Raylene would normally be watching The Price Is Right, Skip looking for fast cars or girls online. Snow insults the picture window. Icicles crab down gutters. Afterwards, on a wool comforter, they watch a TV that stays utterly blank.