Features | that dream where you walk around naked

Literary Supplement

Wrapped, shoulder
to hip in loose
red towel, I walk
to your house.

In your doorway,
your aunt, though she
is not herself,
glares. Holds back
a dog I’ve
never seen.

Down
in your room, though it
is not itself, I
steal your clothes.

I swear she knows.


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