I Dream the Sick Roses Sitting Up in Their Blood at Your Feet
- I Dream the Sick Roses Sitting Up in Their Blood at Your Feet
Growing like the sun, the real sun, pulling itself out of the rusted belly of the earth. Inside the sun, millions of broken antlers shovel through burning rocks as another blank day rides the back of an orange month. No calendar can touch it or me. I dream the sounds the sun makes are really my little brother tearing apart our house with his little teeth. Below it, he finds the skeleton of an infant. Now you know where I’ve been. [End Page 164]
Corey Zeller
Corey Zeller is the author of Man vs. Sky (YesYes Books). His work has appeared in the Kenyon Review, Mid-American Review, Puerto del Sol, West Branch, Salt Hill, Diagram, and many others.
