by James Collier
and Troy, I
d left my friend behind
when I was taken
Troy, with curls and black curls head
to given home and the
fact of how it tickled me when down
heaven
boy
: when you had something new
in my dream, see Troy the
mangled ruined a shape
the corpse once my home
let fuck the glittering
shades the promises in decay
took the ten years his death
as decadence to suck queerly shapes in the
dark seems immediate and the weight smothers
after crying lucky the air for him
and glory
when I dreamed of Troy
he was burning
JAMES COLLIER is a queer settler living, writing, and studying on Treaty 6 territory and stolen Papaschase and Métis lands. Their work has previously appeared in Glass Buffalo magazine, the Hart House Review, Homology Lit magazine, Plenitude magazine, and CV2.
His Dream can be found in Augur Magazine Issue 3.1.
