plant me in a dream by Anna Soderberg
fill a tub of orange pigment
and paint me a backyard
full of peach trees until I smell
the fruits of your vanity
like the peaches that you planted
yourself in last week’s dream
the dream you mentioned
where food grew from the palm
of your hand and you and I re-rooted
our plants in a place that isn’t here
nor there, somewhere we could grow
not a family but a few more inches
and the dream it ended with sweet rain
that glazed sugar onto the skin of ours
I swear I’ll trace the days
with a single pew pencil if it means
you’ll sleep a minute longer
to keep me planted amongst
those peach trees
june 21, 2022Anna Elisabeth studied Creative Writing at St. Lawrence University. She graduated in 2020 and now exclusively writes poems on Sunday evenings.