dreams — POETRY

Church of my Childhood

There I am, on the hardwood floor, peacefully cracked,

body broken in half like my Russian dollies.

Understanding (A Deer Friendship)

I have left the window open

for you, the deer who lives

beneath my sill and inside

my dreams.

Lexi StevensTom DaviesFebruary 6, 2024dreams

At the end of the line

There is a man in a yellow coat

Taking the train into the desert.

Fallen

Incandescence shimmers through the thicket—fur glistening heavenly in the starlight. Canine paws imprinting on the dewing topsoil.

Six Years

You could feel my leg bouncing against

Yours. I brushed fingers with my Dream

And found it wanting;

Strange Dreams in a Goldfish Bowl

Can I go to space dressed as a fish,

Or should these dreams be left alone?

Vienna

I have lived no more than a child,
Been made a plaything of the fates
And choked with dreams