December 9, 2022 - “There in the Dead Dream” by Rahil Najafabadi

THERE IN THE DEAD DREAM

The swallows aren’t free, they belong to people.
They are held by palms of dust and the sand
falls from our fingers that aren’t interlocked.
I breathe, I know this day ends and another ends too.
The dream that never begins traps the childhood
of many people who grew to be children.