Can I teleport to tomorrow
instead of sleeping….
Author: A. Violet
sitting here, staring
at a page, wondering,
who built the obstacle…
one hand open
to welcome the gray area,
other hand clenched
to represent
the size of my blood pump,
according to third-grade
biology, pulsing….
only a slice,
up the stairs,
hemmed in
by stone walls…
you bloomed,
and now your petals
are melting
toward the mulch…
when I am numb
I crave sensation
your fingers tangling
in my hair, wind…
I could curl up in a hole,
and not come out
for a long time…
I am the dream
you cling to,
the dream you don’t release…
There’s a cow. I get invited to look at it….
A boy runs away and takes his raft…
