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.