There’s been lightning these three nights, spark-dust from the gathering clouds. I can’t explain
why you don’t haunt my dreams, why my heart’s still in the hull of my chest. When Death calls
these days, I can’t answer for anguish of still not belonging. Once, she wanted me
close, vaulted me breathing into the storm. And breathing, breathing still, I’m alone
in the desert now. Flash-flood or hurricane, find me. I’ll drink to your coming.
Bear it, she pleads. Breathe for me.
A.J. Odasso‘s poetry has appeared in a variety of publications, including Sybil’s Garage, Mythic Delirium, Midnight Echo, Not One of Us, Dreams & Nightmares, Goblin Fruit, Strange Horizons, Stone Telling, Farrago’s Wainscot, Liminality, Battersea Review, Barking Sycamores, and New England Review of Books. A.J.’s début collection, Lost Books (Flipped Eye Publishing), was nominated for the 2010 London New Poetry Award and was also a finalist for the 2010/2011 People’s Book Prize. Their second collection with Flipped Eye, The Dishonesty of Dreams, was released in 2014; their third-collection manuscript, Things Being What They Are, was shortlisted for the 2017 Sexton Prize. They hold an M.F.A. in Creative Writing from Boston University, where they were a 2015-16 Teaching Fellow, and work at the University of New Mexico. A.J. has served in the Poetry Department at Strange Horizons since July 2012.