Men carry a mattress retrieved from a dumpster past the flooded foundations of an unfinished high-rise, an old woman catches a pigeon in the folds of her dress the dead smile and rise from swimming pools or stand at attention on stamps. The landscape can't believe it's real—there is no ground beneath it, like what mirrors do.
Adam Day
is the recipient of fellowships from the Poetry Society of America and Kentucky Arts Council, and a PEN Emerging Writers Award. His work has appeared in
Boston Review
, the
Kenyon Review
,
American Poetry Review
AGNI
Iowa Review
, and others.