daydreamers​

Issue 12

So, yes, daydreams also break apart from the clouds
fall like rain, snow and slumber…
            with a fleeting diaspora tucked behind photobooths
            in dusty subway tunnels of future apocalyptic cities.

            in shapes Vestigists could hold in messages to home

                        we are not letter writers.

                                    but, on weekends we buy postcards from
                                    ancient piers for dying wayfarers
                                    and free wax seals from lips familiar with
                                    prose books, love songs, revolutionaries.
 
            in crouching tiger, Jen leaves her comb on a pillowcase
            leaps from the mountain.

                        ​I do not recall if this is a dream or memory
                                    for now, I sleep with a comb to mend a world
                                    ​cleave a wound
                                    discover migrancy, sleepwalking,
                                    ​cosmetic routines are noctilucent
… cultivating stasis / propulsion / happenstance

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​Jared Wong lives in the Yukon and within the traditional territories of the Kwanlin Dün First Nation and Ta’an Kwäch’än Council. His work has appeared with Horse Egg Literary, Imposter, Bywords, 7Mondays, Filling Station, Livina, Empyrean, and on sticky notes and fogged on the sides of slurpees.

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