Dream Pickings

by Katie Baker


We talk about sparks and fire

like a force that shreds us all.

Chasing the wind of the moment, grappling

with the bursts of highs and guttural lows.

Motion chews at my stomach and head.

Itch, tingle.

Running for it even if you’re wrong;

this is the spirit we employ.

We fight

like feral children

making holes and burning things

in riotous harmony.

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