The models for my dreams are wired
Else how would the lights glow?
There are plumbed, for water flows from taps
They are heated, for I am warm

I fall across Earth so fast I don’t hit
The planes, trains, and automobiles all run
The wind blows in the trees
Children laugh and play

Magic is everywhere
In white when walls dissolve
Turtles turn to magic carpets
Happiness is swam through
And quests bequeath joyful shouts
In black when invisible bonds hold me fast
Evil spells bind my mouth
Pain sears in possible truths
And loss claws in suffocating last breaths

Those worlds I walk knit closer every day
In a sweater of memories I’ll wrap around myself
To keep warm in the cold beyond the fluttering veil

©Heather Coldstream

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A Seattle-area trans woman seeking a happy spot to stay at along the path of transition.
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3 Responses to Models

  1. hazelvarano says:

    Your poems are incredibly inspiring, and I’ve just written my own.

    I’d love some feedback.


    Liked by 1 person

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