ON LUCID DREAMING, Sarah T. Jewell

On Lucid Dreaming
by Sarah T. Jewell

after Elizabeth Bishop

The craft of flying isn’t hard to conquer;
so many dreams seem lucid and elastic
it seems like I can slip past any monster.

Bounce above street cars, for I can conjure
rubber limbs, abilities gymnastic.
The craft of flying isn’t hard to conquer;

I skim the clouds, allow myself to wander:
birds and unicorns, I fly past fantastic
beasts, and none of these will be a monster.

I’m glinting in the sun, and on my honor,
green scales trip up my arm, I’m spastic.
The craft of flying isn’t hard to conquer;

Bones are light and hollow and I squander
a chance to bite a hawk, it’s drastic,
a gnawing ache to taste another monster.

And as I breathe flames, I start to ponder
In which cave shall I hide monastic.
The craft of flying isn’t hard to conquer;
though I may look like (Wing it!) like a monster.
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Barking Sycamores is a literary journal entirely edited and operated by queer neurodivergent people of color. We publish poetry, artwork, short fiction (beginning with Issue 3), creative nonfiction (beginning with Issue 8), and hybrid genre work (beginning with Issue 9) by emerging and established neurodivergent writers as well as essays on neurodiversity and literature and book reviews (beginning with Issue 10).

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