I DREAMT A WORLD FOR US

In this world, we are each

an ocean unto ourselves.

What is a body of water

        but fluid atoms longing to

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dance? In this world, we

are at rest with our bellies

        to a cold azure ground,

        arms pulling us where

our legs cannot in an

imitation of a weary pirouette.

        There is a dance for

        every tide. There is a

god above us so large that

it is a stage light without

        a form. In this world, the

        god orbits us. In this world,

yes is not an answer

but a means of escape.

        In the dreamscape, it is enough

        to say I love you and goodnight

and the world will not weep

or erupt except for the one

        cupped in your clavicle, and

        we dance and

we dance and we dance and

we are never tired or alone.

Sunny Vuong is the founder and editor-in-chief of Interstellar Literary Review, and an alum of the Adroit Journal Summer Mentorship program. Her work is featured or forthcoming in Diode, Strange Horizons, and Kissing Dynamite, among others. Connect with her on Twitter @sunnyvwrites.

Composition by Jacqueline Xiong.