Poem: Fuzzy Dream


Aliya H., Idaho

Migrating animals slum through the city,

Their vision is blurry,

Their mouths are numb.

The flask in their hands is beginning to drip. How did they get here? What did they sip? 

This monster that’s slowly consuming their dreams.

The sweet lake of dull security.

How did they get here?

The poison their father, their mothers, their ancestors guzzled.

Is it genetic like tumors growing from the inside and out?

Is it a scream for help, to try and crawl out of the hole they’ve made,

The cocoon they’ve slowly built from trauma and tradition?

Will they ever truly break free from this curse? Or will they shrivel up and disappear?

How did they get here?