You came to me in a dream.
We were naked on the floor of a dirty, old house—
holding each other in the dark.
I didn’t know what to make of my life or sadness and you said,
“Why do you force yourself to fit into these uncomfortable situations?”
I said nothing.
And then you said,
“Seven more years.”
And I buried my face into your shoulder and wept brotherly tears.
Trevor L. Sensor is a writer from Illinois. He’s written two ebooks of poetry, The Big Move (Be About It Press, 2014) and Ex-Poems (Peanut Gallery Press, 2014), and is a contributing writer for Alt Citizen. His work has also appeared on (or in) Atticus Review, HTMLGIANT, DUM DUM Zine, That Lit Site, Be About It, Reality Hands, and Entropy. He is currently poor and attending college.