I had this dream where I relished the fray and the screaming filled my head all day. It was as though I'd been spit here, settled in, into the pocket of a lighthouse on some rocky socket, off the coast of France, dear.One afternoon, four thousand men died inthe water here and five hundred more werethrashing madly, as parasites might in your blood. Now I was in a lifeboat designed for ten and ten only, anything that systematic would get you hated. It's not a deal nor a test nor a love of something fated. The selection was quick, the crew picked and those left in the water got kicked off our pantleg and we headed for home.Then the dream ends when the phone rings,you doing alright he said it's out there mostdays and nights, but only a fool would complain. Anyway Susan, if you like, our conversation is as faint as a sound in my memory, as those fingernails scratching onmy hull.