Meditation on Dream-Logic

I dreamed last night that one of my coworkers, the sort of only friend/not/friend I have it seems, was a hermaphrodite. And I know this because I had to pull thorns out of her foot with my teeth, and they were sharp, and I tasted my blood, and I knew: And I knew in the way that you always don't know. I believe in the negative logic, that things can only not match precisely and can never exactly overlap in positivity.

Because the irony of the dream vision is what I can't put in to words, I can say:

It wasn't about sex.

Or money,

Or sex,

or power,

or sex,

and what it was most nearly not about

was that we all don't see each other naked

and even here I am clothing myself

By saying what it was not,

And that I'm glad I was able to help a friend

If only in a dream.