Thursday, March 10, 2011

Fever Dreams Pt. 2

by Kim Stoll


You woke at 2:46,
kicked the sheets from
your sweat-glossed legs,
to tell me about a dream
where a fish floats belly-up,
reborn under thin sheets of ice.
You were that fish.
Moved so painfully slow,
pressed your skeleton against
your flesh and could not escape.
Then you were snagged
and yanked to the surface,
gutted and scraped of
all your scales on
a mossy table.
Your eyes rolled between
the floorboard and back
into the lake
where the other fish
pecked away at them.



Kim Stoll is a junior creative writing major with a minor in film studies. Her poetry has previously been published in RiverCraft and her chapbook, Through a Pinhole.

Coming next week: poetry by Alex Gaurco

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