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Grey Sparrow Journal

Issue 30, July 31, 2017
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Red Chimera

 

I woke staring at three ships

with different colored sails.

It was a dream but I couldn’t rub

them out of my eyes like sleep.

Then it came back, how you died

like a slammed door

in the middle of the night.

I rolled to tell you

and you sighed.

Maybe it’s prophetic.

 

And I am lost in the land of exhaustion

it is red

and sweltering

and I want to go home.

 

But it is time to stop pretending—

there is no such place for me.

And everywhere except what is beneath my feet

has vanished in a hot and heavy dusk.


Caitlin Jackson