Cradle
I’m convinced
that my childhood bedroom
was built atop a fairy ring
that grew cattywampus
on a little mound of dirt
outside my window
mushrooms and wildflowers
nourished by the
big mulberry tree
that would drop her treasures
down below.
Whenever I practice
astral projection
I always spawn
right in that space
as if pulled by some invisible tether
some ethereal mycelial network
that holds a small piece of me
forever tugging me
down and down
into some twilight purple realm
Brittany Redd (she/they) is a teacher and writer in Thailand. Her work appears or is forthcoming in Funicular Magazine, Litmora, Cosmic Daffodil, and elsewhere.
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