You were dead, I’m certain.
I knew from the way we all
looked away from your bed
and into our phones. You sat up
and grabbed both my arms.

I have to tell you this
so it does not evolve
from dream to premonition,
you said, “I hope I see you
in the new place.”

Selected byNolcha Fox
Image credit:Jens Aber

Sara Clancy is a Philadelphia transplant to the Southwest.  Her chapbook Ghost Logic won the 2017 Turtle Island Quarterly Editors Choice Award. Among other places, her poems have appeared in Off the Coast, The Linnet's Wings, Crab Creek Review, The Madison Review, Misfit Magazine, Avatar Review and Verse Wisconsin. She lives in the desert with her husband, their dog, two ordinary cats and a psychotic cross-eyed one.