POETRY : Untitled by Cole Sarar
We published Cole Sarar’s incredible poem - “Untitled” - in
The Racket Journal : Issue 30.
She graciously offered to read it aloud so we could also publish it on the website.
For that, we are thankful.
“Untitled”
by Cole Sarar
We were peculiar children, bloomed like phytoplankton
spilled dreams into our cereal bowls each morning.
My sister was a sleepwalker, I pleaded like Cassandra.
Every night we poured into our bunk beds, and
spilled dreams into our cereal each morning.
We were too much liquid, viscous little heads;
every night we poured into our bunk beds and
dissolved the universe in our unconscious.
We were too much liquid, viscous little heads
heavy, oceanic depths of dreams and nightmares
dissolved the universe in our unconscious.
The tentacled truths swimming up through
heavy, oceanic depths of dreams and nightmares.
As children we knew nothing but riding the night,
the tentacled truths swimming up through
the seas of our sheets. Were disturbed by the day
as children, we knew nothing but riding the night.
My sister was a sleepwalker, I pleaded like Cassandra.
The seas of our sheets were disturbed by the day.
We were peculiar children, bloomed like phytoplankton.
Cole Sarar is a writer, photographer, and tech-artist based in Minneapolis, MN.
