Jade Riordan: I Am the Magician

Rabbit Pelt Dream

 

Even the city

has abandoned itself for

an easier life.

 

In theory, I weigh

as much as a rabbit; I

sleep soft pelted and

 

fox-less. In theory,

I fall prey to the garden’s

old hunger; I look

 

on through the long night

at my soil and warmth self as

I decompose. In

 

theory, I remain

as a memory running

between cities, but

 

never entering.

In theory, I was just an

abracadabra.

 

In reality,

I am the magician, the

last dream before sleep.

 


Jade Riordan lives in northern Canada; she’s probably cold right now. Her poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Contemporary Verse 2, The Malahat Review, Outrageous Fortune, Room, 3Elements Literary Review, and elsewhere. She is a member of Bywords' selection committee.