There’s a dream I have in which I love the world.

illustration of a heart with a hand over it. Coming out of the heart is an urban scene, buildings, train, bridge, tent encampments, roses falling out of the heart with tears dropping from them
Art by Kristina Closs

Meditations in an Emergency

by Cameron Awkward-Rich 

I wake up & it breaks my heart. I draw the blinds
& the thrill of rain breaks my heart. I go outside.
I ride the train, walk among the buildings, men in
Monday suits. The flight of doves, the city of tents
beneath the underpass, the huddled mass, old
women hawking roses, & children all of them,
break my heart. There’s a dream I have in which
I love the world. I run from end to end like fingers
through her hair. There are no borders, only wind.
Like you, I was born. Like you, I was raised in the
institution of dreaming. Hand on my heart. Hand
on my stupid heart.

from Dispatch

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