Displaced
Rowan Fenner-Adams

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Inspired by Dancers from the Dance by Andrew Holleran

Let’s pretend the glow
From cigarette butts
Are fireflies

Let’s pretend these subway cars
Are horses

Let’s pretend these car horns
Are a chorus of geese

Hold my hand
And breathe beyond the vape smoke
To smell sweet grass and dew

Tell me
Can you see a future there?
Can you see our queer bodies somewhere soft?

If I close my eyes
I can see Polaris
And pretend I am home.

Rowan Fenner-Adams (he/they) hails from the PNW. Previous publication includes Seattle Civic and Active Chapter’s Trans Opinions Periodically. When they’re not writing, they are probably lost on a paddleboard or knuckle deep in bread dough with his husband and their cats. Read more of their work on the handle queerstarlightpoetry