By Ellie Drewry


Last night I
dreamt that we
fucked in my
lilac childhood cabin bed
with a desk
and a wardrobe
underneath us.

I wrote in
invisible ink all
over the headboard
so that only
we could trace
our movements under
florescent search lights.

I would like
to see what
we could do
with more headroom.

Illustration by Isabel Mitchelson