Poetry by Nathan Shipley

DREAM

I dreamt of a family who found a crater
they wanted to go and see the center
the father slipped and fell, he sank his teeth
into the son’s scalp, blood filled the crater,
blood and fog. The mother was crying
as the father cursed; the daughter watched.
And you said I was beautiful to imagine
a crater with no center. You were the blood
that filled the crater.