In the dream, I’m falling.
I tell you I’m falling. One arm
hooked onto the ice shelf, the other
wrapped about my boy, I fall
into the dark Arctic river.
In the morning Mariah plunges
down on the food pusher. She drops
a cucumber into the roaring
juicer and out trickles
green. After I drop,
my dream screen cuts
to you, back in our apartment,
looking for your shoes
among extended family members.
Mariah drops in a carrot.
Out drips orange. Theo waves
goodbye and closes the closet door
in a game where I pretend
to forget he’s in there. The surprise
of it is the storm door
locks itself and me out
of the house: Theo alone, at 22 months,
is in it. I still don’t believe he could
have reached the latch.
Cameron Morse was diagnosed with a glioblastoma in 2014. With a 14.6 month life expectancy, he entered the Creative Writing Program at the University of Missouri–Kansas City and, in 2018, graduated with an M.F.A. His poems have been published in numerous magazines, including New Letters, Bridge Eight, Portland Review and South Dakota Review. His first poetry collection, Fall Risk, won Glass Lyre Press’s 2018 Best Book Award. His three subsequent collections are Father Me Again (Spartan Press, 2018), Coming Home with Cancer (Blue Lyra Press, 2019), and Terminal Destination (Spartan Press, 2019). He lives with his pregnant wife Lili and son Theodore in Blue Springs, Missouri, where he manages Inklings’ FOURTH FRIDAYS READING SERIES with Eve Brackenbury and serves as poetry editor for Harbor Review. For more information, check out his Facebook page or website.
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