It has been nine years since I saw you naked and so it surprised me last night to open the bathroom door and find you there in my dream. For a moment I believed you wanted me again as I believed you did before that May evening when I gave birth in the white room where the placenta came out in pieces, the doctor’s fist agony in my womb and then blackness. When I awoke in my private hospital bed you were there crooning the name of our daughter, her head cradled in your hand. She was the one you called out for last night. How surprised you were to see me at the door instead