“she is dreaming in the sky above her, she is dreaming in the earth below”

little dreams
in the shoebox under my bed
magazine clippings and a stone heart
found on the road
a faded bracelet of pastel roses on a worn-out string
scraps that once held memories lost when the story changed
an acolyte pin made of gold

they would build my castle

but i have no castle
i have some cardboard full of trinket trash

and a mind praying for God’s dreams as the body grows old


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