War

by krstaten

I have dreamed about
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every night for weeks,
dreamed about
explosions,
about fires, about
fragments.

There are needles
in me everywhere

but my
veins.
Every window
is a split screen

playing every bad movie trailer
at once.

I want a train ride

stars
the kind of blanket
that doesn’t
try to suffocate
me in my

sleep, the kind
of wind that
doesn’t hold me

to the wall by
my throat,
the kind of
home where walls
can come
and go as they please and

the kind of home
where everything stays still.

I have dreamed about war every night for weeks.
I have dreamed, and waited, tried to rise
and fall and break into more than
fragments.

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