The remarkable burlesque -- a dream

She is lying on the seat as if on a lounge, in a gown.

I am pulling threads from her gown

Without disturbing the material.

She is watching me.

All of the threads are releasing their hold on the material

Very obligingly and soon there will be nothing

Holding the dress together but stasis.

When the woman sits up, the dress will fall off

Into its constituent bits and pieces.

I will not be there to witness this remarkable burlesque

Because I have to get back to my job.

Apparently I am on break from an office job.

And had driven to a parking lot off a busy interstate

So that I could undress this woman.

Now I will leave the car and the woman in my car,

Whom I have never seen before,

To her privacy.

I imagine that she will eventually get up

And climb out of the car naked.

People will marvel at the wonder

Of such a beautiful woman wandering around.

Then someone will help her.

(That is exactly what I dreamt.)