An interconnected family of supernovas burning bright in the night sky: take a moment, reach out—join us.
I ask my friend to sleep call
with me via sonnet
Zoe Reay-Ellers
For J
because the dark is a desert—heater cranked
and blankets scalloped: false ocean that I may part
because I become Moses at midnight, hunched
before holy texts penned in l33tspeak and light mode
because prophets are birthed by necessity
and not choice: body refusing to become an iceberg
because I am the titanic’s orchestra, fingers shaking
against taut strings, playing Adams instead of praying
because names hold power—God, Voldemort,
Insomnia—and a weary teenage girl is not worthy
because I become a seagull that lets itself ricochet
between waves until it drowns each time that I dream
and because you are a wired crab trap that refuses
to move: just breathes and breathes and breathes.
About the Author
Zoe Reay-Ellers is a seventeen year old writer from Washington State. She edits for a host of literary magazines, and her work has appeared in a number of different places, including Blue Marble Review and Eunoia Review.