LINDSEY WARREN

Vespers

In the feeling dream

I touched your hand,

I saw through

it, it was colored blue

by the pencils of my

nervous system, stars

fell, I rubbed the window

to find them, where bees

breathed trees

endured moon, where you

were I wanted

forgiveness.  Don’t tell anyone

I was here.  Don’t tell

anyone that I

just stood there

while my beautiful everyone

kept their lights on

and didn’t sleep.

Lindsey Warren hails from Delaware. A recent graduate of Cornell’s MFA program, she has been published in journals that include Hobart and Josephine Quarterly. Lindsey splits her time between Delaware and upstate New York.