By ELEANOR WALSH

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