Dream City Kinks
by Jazzy DiMeglio
I loved what I saw—
you, like a lamb, laughing
on the lap of a stranger and mediocre
music flying from your fingertips.
I listened for your interlude, for
kinks in the rythmn as you
cradled your instrument—sparks flung
like anxious raindrops. I wished
your hair were longer, that it were pink
and shimmering over your shoulder blades—
dancing to the beat of someone else’s
knuckles on your knees. I loved what I saw—
you on the edge of a sweating, dim-lit room.
Your heart singing like a veery, your chest
falling like lost intellect in my bedsheets
before slipping to sleep.
Cat’s Ass Circa 1988
by Dane Hildebrandt
-Mosaic Visual Winner-