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Dreambreak (Stanza Means Room)

  • Aug 28, 2025
  • 1 min read

by Theodore Heil

Joao Prates
Joao Prates

Camera means chamber, as in shot through with light.


In dreams, pasts of my mother appear and the she-wound remains.


I crush Tylenol with a spoon — stir into coffee, never finish.


On the train, I sit after her face winning over mine.


I place my hands over the heat off of


license plates, thinking, like a baby bird, it’s her.


In the dreams, I am young and my mother opens her


fist of iron, a flower blooming at the center of her palm.


I reach for it —  the hand, the bloom, she


disappears — fucile is a gun, a letter away from futile.


I emerge from sleep not knowing who performed the disappearing.


The past cannot be triangulated. I speak to her only in pictures now.


Theodore Heil has poems in Farewell Transmission, Ninth Heaven, Book of Matches, and elsewhere. He was long-listed in 2024 for the Dawn Review’s Poetry Prize. He is an editorial fellow at A Public Space and lives in New York.

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