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By Devon Neal

I went to bed in the shallow end of the night,

stars brushing against my ankles.

When I awoke later, a dream’s intermission,

I could feel the black depth against my window,

undercurrents moving strong like monster tails,

a pale face watching from some unknown place,

and I flailed for the raft-limbs of parent arms

tangled in the warm boat of a bigger bed.

Devon Neal (he/him) is a Kentucky-based poet whose work has appeared in many publications, including HAD, Stanchion, Livina Press, The Storms, and The Bombay Lit Mag, and has been nominated for Best of the Net. He currently lives in Bardstown, KY with his wife and three children.

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