Look I am reaching
out
Can you see me here reaching out
Am I graceful
Am I in the right place
In this house
Look
if you need to burn me
down So you can
see me I understand completely
Or not completely
Start with my arms
And burn my way up
Someone is sleeping
below this house
I think it is me
I think I am looking up
at the trees And they are
reaching out
As if they could hold me
Dream House #2
We are in winter now Still
We are in winter still
This house is no better than any
other Only that
I am here And trees are
on the other side of the window
If I climb them using my hands
My arms
My abandonment of falling
But now I think
I will fall into the snow
I will prove to my body
It is here in this house
It is there Huge and
Fallen
in the snow
Still
Dalton Day is a terrified dog person & an editor for FreezeRay Poetry. His work has been published or featured in Hobart, Jellyfish, The Millions, & PANK, among others. He is the author of the collection Supernova Factory as well as Fake Knife, which is forthcoming from FreezeRay Press. He can be found at myshoesuntied.tumblr.com & on Twitter @lilghosthands. Basically, he thinks everything is cute & won’t stop crying about it.