A few nights ago, dreaming that my kneecap was dislocating itself again, clicking underneath the half-pressing of my hands the hard happenstance of what i thought an immovable fruit was. I squeeze into the fruit: I fear jumping off of ending hills into the waters, I fear leaping over obstacles built to crush upwards popsicle sticks. Why is my body disassembling when I asked for delicate compositions on mid-toned papers, one pint of ice cream, etcetera? In bed, trembling in the sheet from the hard blow and my legs are sore from the tensing. The next night I dream that I am a bird.
About the Author
Mole Hart is an undergraduate student-poet at Columbia College Chicago. Her work has recently
been published in Mystic Owl Magazine and Allium, A Journal of Poetry & Prose. She was the
winner of the 2022 Eileen Lannan Poetry Prize Contest and an honorable mention of the prize in
the succeeding year.
About the Artist
Viggo Krejberg is a 21 Year Old Chicago based Artist and Animator. He attributes his work to being heavily inspired by artists such as Junji Ito, Bryan Lee O'Malley, and Ian Worthington. Updates on his art & current projects can be found on his Twitter @VKrejberg.
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