dreams deferred

mmm, her

nails digging

into my back

but no one’s

here

the sun

won’t peak

the dead

can’t weep

and I

don’t sleep

a wink

i hear a phone

ring

but i haven’t

a landline

typing…

on my cell phone

sticky fingers cuz

i sop sourdough

in wine

i think i

could look at

the daisies on 

my back porch

if i weren’t

in bed

Written by J.M. Ó Faoláin
Writer

J.M. Ó Faoláin is a 26-year-old with a bachelor of arts in philosophy from the University of Western Ontario. He served in the Canadian Armed Forces as both a cavalry officer and then an infantry officer for six years. He bounced at several prominent bars in the Toronto area. He has several poems published in High Horse Magazine and was shortlisted by Palette Poetry Magazine for the Resistance and Resilience prize.