Hydrating the entire station
Thank you to whoever broke up with the sky. Had I some cookie dough to feed it, I would. For now I’m going to celebrate the heartbreak of the heavens and the death of an individual. Footprints washed up in pavement flooded. Now worms are free to swim to the surface reunion with the union of air breathers. The window becomes my television, the roof my umbrella. I’m not getting the mail today.
D.D.S.
Throw a brick in the mirror; I’ll take the seven years. The luck a reminder: I see you better than any glass could. Pause this moment. Let me jump into your eyes. Climbing to the tree tops, surrounding beauty of land. Swallow me with your smile. Regaining wings, I would walk on sunshine if my feet touched the ground. Note to your dentist: Thank you.
*Connor Blacksher is a Creative Writing student at Concordia University, St. Paul. His work has been published in Indigo Rising Magazine.
