Dream Pickings
by Katie Baker
We talk about sparks and fire
like a force that shreds us all.
Chasing the wind of the moment, grappling
with the bursts of highs and guttural lows.
Motion chews at my stomach and head.
Itch, tingle.
Running for it even if you’re wrong;
this is the spirit we employ.
We fight
like feral children
making holes and burning things
in riotous harmony.
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