Marry Me by Lindsey Webb; published in Jellyfish Magazine, 2015
I am like a flower that won't stop opening and closing. I scare all the scientists. Our bed a soft table. In my dream you and I take off our clothes with a potato peeler, becoming flesh one curly strip at a time. In the morning there will be everything left. I admit I have freed myself from beautiful things. Raspberries, children, the white telephone. The sound of mania on the horizon, rolling upwards like an eye. I check behind the shower curtains, I open all the cupboards in the city. It is summer everywhere I look.
