convergence

by Kristen Mitchell

for Sage

in the small of the light

a private conference of toads

do not touch this pool 

we are growing here

the trees hang onto sound 

acoustic players of the night 

I can’t sleep

shut the window 

my brain washes itself on 

8hrs of sleep

kissing

jumping spider

looking for the smaller flies

the killer mosquito

but the old toad who didn’t care 

for that dream you were having 

caught it

with a sticky tongue





Kristen Mitchell is a queer/ disabled writer living in Michigan. They are the author of The Wound (Alien Buddha Press) and their work has been published in Witchcraft Mag, Wanting to Die Poetry Club, Door Is a Jar Magazine, and others.

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