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[I dreamed you were dreaming of me], a poem by James Owens
[I dreamed you were
dreaming of me]
by James Owens —after Andreea Ghita
I dreamed that you were dreaming of me I was at once full
of deer and foxes don’t come near I cried to you over my shoulder,
laughing, but my arms
were already moving through sleep
that you refused to disavow too late, you said don’t you see, on my back
arched into spring,
their claws have twisted,
seeking my mute blood.
books of James Owens's poems have been published: An Hour is the Doorway (Black Lawrence Press) and Frost Lights a Thin Flame (Mayapple
Press). His poems, stories, translations, and photographs appear widely in
literary journals, including recent or upcoming publications in Superstition
Review, Valparaiso Poetry Review, The Cresset, Poetry Ireland Review, and The
Stinging Fly. He lives in Wabash, Indiana.