Sport 38: Winter 2010
On bad nights I used to visit my pet dragon. She lived in the cave at the back of my head. On her breath I could warm my hands. Her scales were green as old copper.
One day she vanished and in her place I found a cold penny. Under a wooden sky I spent it on silence.
In the distance a carpenter builds a box the size of me.
The nails are like unspoken stars.