half-feral, two-hearted. all fire

& earth, sure, also anxiety.

 

if they dreamt

she'd have a hard time

sitting in chairs & she’d laugh

too loud in restaurants.

 

if they dreamt of restaurants.

 

that she smoked for spite, of spite

& pipelines, a whole earth emptied

by guns & young gods.

 

if my ancestors dreamt

of spreadsheets, if they dreamt

their own apocalypse

& on the other side

 

a daughter without daughters

who might never know

their names, then i suppose, yes.

 

they may have dreamt of me.