Poetry: Hibiscus

By: Jasmine Nihmey Vasdi

i dreamt i read those wet papers of the future.
they were piled upon my bedside table
bending in the candlelight and the cat nibbled all
those jagged edges you see.
when we toss and turn for those things we never finished
i wake up to sharp mists streaming through
cracks
my feet can no longer spread along the floor.
we bought all the hibiscus
falling into each flower
grasping under sunlight
for the mustard spoke so
we can dust off our hands

Feeling soil
layered
pressing the gold
into your eyes
and we will laugh
flower dust and faeries
we must pull our fingers in a circle around the sandcastles
we discuss along evened beaches
warm water drooling
along shores
for our toenails