Three dreams I’ve had recently:
一
I was falling. I missed the ragged edges of 24 broken storeys. When I spun, I saw you standing with your hands reaching for me from the ground. Did I die? Possibly. In this one, I didn’t get to find out.
二
We are standing at the edge of the world. “It’s too late,” you sigh into your hands. “There’s no time left.” Won’t we just have to work with what we’ve got even if it isn’t a lot? You have barely been given anything since the grocery stores stopped selling rice and the planets stopped turning. I am indifferent because you’re all I need. Is this really okay? The current swells under my tongue, but you
三
pressed your palm against my cheek and I saw 24 different names for the same god.
四
You were carving a turkey, though it wasn’t Christmas or Thanksgiving or a birthday. You’re standing at the head of a massive table covered in confetti. There are probably other people, but I only see you. I can probably guess who they are.
My tongue opens under my tongue and I feel the ghost of a wish.
You were only here for a moment, but it’s enough.
LEVONA NG is an English student at the Toronto Metropolitan University with a casual interest in writing prose and poetry, often inspired by human connection, birds, and space.