Fever Dream
it isn't supposed to make sense
Someone took my nose,
and I wanted it back, so
I built a sailboat
*
out of comic books
that my dad used to read me
when I was feeling
*
ill, and I paddled
through the ocean of my own
tears using the same
*
flip flop I lost when
we braved the shore of quicksand
to save my fallen
*
kite. Then a tired gull
asked if she could perch on my
head so she could fly
*
again at twilight
when it was easy to find
jewelry lost to
*
the tide. A peace
of my mind is still missing
from the fever dream.
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Sam Eliza Green
Wayward soul, who finds belonging in the eerie and bittersweet. Poetry, short stories, and epics. Stay a while if you're struggling to feel understood. There's a place for you here.
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