After Belief in Magic by Dean Young
And when I hear false my tongue twists G-o-d
But in street lights I see
The moons all around me
Foxes follow me home to you
I pull the Priestess
Your lips are red
The ring I lost months ago
Falls to the floor like
Snow
There’s millions of fish
I dream of deer
My body is a wire
You are fire
I have someone’s name in my pocket
Just because I asked
Dead leaves fly into my room
Seahorses
There’s been graphite in my leg
For 7 years
I feel it when I kneel
I dream of the same room I’m sleeping in
Rainbows come when I ask
And I look up
Up
Up
And how could I not believe?
Writer | Eleanor Walsh ’25 | ewalsh25@amherst.edu
Editor | Mikayah Parsons ’24 | mparsons24@amherst.edu