Mosaic Winter 2016 | Page 14

Wait , Cats Snore ? by D McDonald
The steady clock-beat wheezes of the creamsickle-colored tabby curled tightly within the crook of my knees gives me the answer .
Oh how I wish I could reach into his REM and know the whirring cogs of his dreams , the desires that haunt the house cat — missed mice , a mother ’ s tongue — oh how I wish to reach in , and know him further by the only means that I know : with the glide of a palm , and unrushed , sheparding fingertips .
Terra Lux by Brontë Gross
Click stutters the first streetlight , sickly yellow cobraheads with acrid photon bites .
Click a parking lot becomes ablaze , and the city burns with light , a smoky sodium haze .

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Click the city oozes light a million electric fangs color the streets , hide the night .
Click ten feet up , among the flux a new celestial sphere locks into place , Terra Lux .
The Waxing Moon by Elie Hart