Cross Currents

an unslept dream 

Francesca Lewis
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I hug a Russian boy with cold hands
That protect me from the warmth
Wispy fragments of my dream
Begin to form a storm 

In Russia, near a burning mansion
I sit with two tall men

We spin on porta-potty swings 
​With golden lights that blink 
​

Back to living with my hacker
In a home that’s not really mine
Solving a crime and eating hummus
Living a life I’m trying to find
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  • SUBMIT
  • THE TEAM
  • WRITTEN WORK
    • POETRY
    • FICTION
  • VISUAL ART
    • PAINTINGS AND DRAWINGS
    • Sculpture
    • PHOTOGRAPHY
  • MUSIC
  • CONTESTS
    • UPCOMING CONTESTS
    • 2021 College Contest Winners
    • CONTEST WINNERS
  • ARCHIVES
    • Visual Art Archives
    • MUSIC ARCHIVES
    • Creative Writing
  • QUARANTINE ART
  • SOCIAL JUSTICE