Coyote Dreams

Author: • May 14, 2018 • Poems

My inner coyote throws stones at cactus tents.

He dresses in clothes soft like rabbit fur,

like clouds (he favors mismatched patterns),

and cowers in corners, sitting on rugs,

wild hair barely tied back. My inner coyote

doesn’t care how cold it is,

doesn’t care about buying food,

just stretches out, closes eyes and ears,

takes a nap.

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About the Author

Author: Cailey Johanna

Country of residence: United States of America

Nationality: American

Mother tongue: English

Cailey Johanna lives a chaotic life across Mexico and the United States. Born in Colorado, she moved to Mexico when she was six and the country stole her heart. She then moved to Vermont for college, but often writes in Spanish and does freelance translation work. Besides writing, she loves language, God, cacti, and the strange axolotl fish. She has been published in Willard & Maple, Altarwork, and Revista Prisma.

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