The Dream

I’m pretty sure I said I wasn’t going to post anything else from Geranium before it released, but given that we’re still a couple months away from my friend having the space to edit it and that I’m in the midst of looking for a publisher, I thought I’d post one of the newer poems from it while it’s waiting at the station for its bus upstate. I wrote this one maybe 6 months ago, and since it’s one of the pieces I feel still needs the most work I thought it would be best to share it. The poems for the collection have been done for something like a month, but in this case done just means waiting for an editor to scrape enough away for them to be able to breathe as they are. In that way, I like to think of a first draft as having just graduated college, and editing as the remainder of their 20s. They never make it through in one piece, but on the other side there’s some hope of them doing some good in the world and in the meantime, we can make the best of what feels like an arrival even if we’re just transferring to another gate.

The Dream