Three Poems

By Katie Foster

Poetry

 

DOG DREAMS

 

Today the dog dreamed of honeysuckle.

Today the dog dreamed of cheeks.

Today the dog dreamed of god.

 

Today the dog dreamed of grief.

Today the dog dreamed of breaking the yellow vase.

Today the dog dreamed of glass.

 

Today the dog dreamed of cheeks.

Today the dog dreamed of cheeks.

Today the dog dreamed of fur.

 

Today the dog dreamed of fruit.

Today the dog dreamed of a hornet’s sting.

Today the dog dreamed of knees.

 

Today the dog dreamed of a ghost.

Today the dog dreamed of whistles.

 

 

HIBISCUS TEA

 

Paint on my shirt.

I smell.

My socks are pink.

The way I wake up

 

makes sense, considering

the desperation with which the light

strikes the wall above

my head, trembling

 

through warped glass.

The only way to make is to make.

The only way to move is through.

The air as thick as a cough

 

and grey like one too.

My body takes me.

My body takes me.

I go buy things with money.

 

I am no monster.

I do believe in meaning beyond language.

For now it’s the orange light

faking a glance over the shoulder.

 

Crocus. Saffron. Citrine. Smoke.

 

 

FROM HERE

 

Tea tree, grapefruit, rose,

piss, the church bells.

 

Hair in my coffee.

The one swallow

 

who stands on the

opposite roof.

 

You understand

the clearing is man

 

made. The pit of

lime dug out by

 

hand. The light again

reaches us. To make

 

something warm and

edible. Elsewhere there

 

is a feast. A fear.

An unbelievable mountain

 

groping after pleasure.

The noise of an animal

 

nesting down to sleep.

My animal whines

 

to be let out.

Katie Foster is a poet in Kansas. She is the author of Major Diamonds Nights & Knives, (Trident 2018). Her internet presence lives at katiefoster.online. “Dog Dreams” is a poem sourced from her pet twitter bot, @dogdreamed__ . Last night she dreamed of flying low over red clay beds.

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