So, Don dreamt he was an angel.  It’s sweet.  I’ve dreamt about motherhood.  [So what?] Now, it feels all downtrodden.  I wish I knew the crested.  I wish I knew what made the light twitch; what brings the light to the moon so I can carry it inside, and know there is glory in the in-between. That there is something here to be sought or sought-after.  Something to be stared -down-beautiful.

       I dreamt I was an angel. When a man walks into a room, he brings his             whole life with him. I bring golden cornhusks, green apples and dung.

I want to dream an idea that is birthed through a carnival’s sawdust floor. I want to dream you and let you ride into the night –all shaky-hinges and crated -screams—I want you to ferris to me.  Oblige to gravity. I want your fall to be planned.

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          [Do you even want that kind of attention ?]

[I want the aftermath.  That germinating. ]

          [I won’t let go of this.]

[I won’t let you.]

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LEAH UMANSKY is the author of the Mad-Men inspired chapbook, Don Dreams and I Dream (Kattywompus Press, 2014) and a full-length collection, Domestic Uncertainties (BlazeVOX 2013). She is the curator of the COUPLET Reading Series, and writes for Tin House and Luna Luna Magazine among others. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in POETRY Magazine, Poetry Review, MAGGY, and The Brooklyn Rail. Flavorwire named her #7 of 23 People Who Will Make You Care About Poetry in 2013. Read more at leahumansky.com.

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