Dream of the Return #1

At the tequila tasting bar called Izquierda Iguana
where the silvery agave plants were pure hydroponic
and upside down so you had to swerve around them
to get served, I suddenly remembered you were coming
in that evening, a special return. I rushed to the cavernous loft
where the power was all on one ancient grid so the lights
flickered each time someone opened the refrigerator,   
I put on the white dress that you had said made you look
like an angel once with its real swan feathers and fool's gold,
then, I sat for a long time in the night and waited. At dawn,
I woke with feathers sticky on my tongue and I remembered 
you were dead all over again.