We Are the Flies You See at Night
BY Alexander York
When I sleep the walls move closer.
When I dream the walls turn to blood.
Once I'm covered in blood the house
falls apart like ice disintegrating
in the sun. And when the sun collapses
I burst into a thousand burdened flies,
and all of us hum along together while
we find new houses to dream in.
Alexander York is a Chicago writer and poet as well as a Sagittarius, which currently states there to be a strong desire for friends. While he doesn’t want to sound too needy, he still wants to be your friend and hopes you’ll checkout his forthcoming chapbook The Vanity House, soon to be released by Tree Light Books. Some of his work can be found in Another Chicago Magazine, Word Riot, and The Madison Review.