By Chelsea Logan
Last night, I dreamt of rats. They grew in number on the old oak floors of some other me’s house as I tried to fix it the only way I knew how, level-headed and researching as they multiplied at my feet. I felt you there. Were you the rats or the house? Or a body buried under some squeaky floorboard, one nail slightly bent as signal for me to come back for you later, after I’d finally discovered the root some chronic emptiness boring, predictable. Or are you the landlord and me the body, just beneath your feet reveling in the proximity to you, alive or dead. But I woke, as I do before I could find out or fix what was broken and in some dreamscape, I fear, my house or yours is still covered in rats.
Chelsea Logan is a writer living in Nashville, TN. Her poetry has most recently appeared in The Dead Mule School, Mockingheart Review, The Blue Nib, and several anthologies.
Donald Patten is an artist from Belfast, Maine. He is currently a senior in the Bachelor of Fine Arts program at the University of Maine. As an artist, he produces oil paintings and graphic novels. Artworks of his have been exhibited in galleries across the Mid-Coast region of Maine. His online portfolio is donaldlpatten.newgrounds.com/art