Manifestation
There is no other future, is one thought
to avoid insanity. I think untruths all the time.
The house in California won’t catch fire, stained-glass
skylights everywhere will stop leaking rain; it’s almost
summer. It’s almost summer. I will get up out of this chair
and find your salt-crusted boots where you left
them, the left one split
at the arch; they will be in the backyard.
Leah Muncy‘s writing appears or is forthcoming in HAD, The Skybridge Review, Stone Circle Review, West 10th, New York Magazine, Architectural Digest, and others. She lives in Brooklyn with her cat, Pony, and works as an art director.