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.