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Projecting a Roommate


There is a little light
In the corner of this bedroom
That nobody sees but me

He rests, mostly, but deep
Into the night’s reaches,
When everyone else is asleep,

I see him tug at his own
Pull chain, emanate, flip
The pages of a book, and look

Curiously out the window —
Cross the turning air, Being’s
Unnecessarily large bedroom

We don’t speak — I just hope
That when he wakes and I sleep,
He reads my dreams — and when

He dreams each day, he dreams
The sorts of stories that
A little reading light should dream.


Jesse Miksic is a graphic designer and writer living in Peekskill, New York. He spends his life hanging out with a wonderful wife and daughter, and cycling rapidly through projects that rarely seem to get finished. His poetry appears in Right Hand Pointing (issue 116), West Texas Review (April 2018), American Journal of Poetry (July 2018), and others. He can be tracked on Twitter and Instagram (@miksimum) or on his personal website,

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