Like a Desert Owl

by Justin Goodman

There is nowhere to perch free
from pricks, and I am no cactus.

I eat sand and sleep sand. I am
sand, those rocks of starting.

The world is a single hourglass
tilting, tilting, tilting, tilting,

but I am no cactus. I latch on
only. When I land it will be

at last. I yaw with the hourglass
until then, and imagine it’s

what perching feels like.

Justin Goodman is an Ace writer based in New Haven, Connecticut. His work is published, among other places, in Cleaver Magazine, TwoCities Review, and Prairie Schooner. He also talks about poetry on Youtube as Moonlight<Moonlight. Varada J.M. is a 9th-grader based in Kerala’s Koyilandi, studying at Rani Public School, Vadakara. After hurriedly doing homework, Varada divides her time between practicing classical dance and watching horror films. She loves dogs but nobody at home wants one. 

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