Letter to Chris V.

Dear Chris,

I was late dreaming

Orson Scott Card was a

Western writer,

Ender’s Game a

sunset daisy on a

paperback sky.

It was my birthday

but not now, not awake.

We were underground

and the windows were

so bright, Sunday brunch

bright. Perhaps

this is how the Bloody

Mary was invented.

You’d think I’d wake

laughing, Ender in a

ten-gallon hat. I’ve never

done it though. It doesn’t.

When is it where I imagine you?

Amy Hayes lives in the beautiful city of Buffalo, New York. She graduated from the University of Pittsburgh with a BA in Writing and Film Studies. Her work has appeared in Retort Magazine and The Hour After Happy Hour Review, and she is currently the social media publicist for Starcherone Books.