You see a half-collapsed old house with green tinged, rusted roofs. I see a flock of vultures circling something in the woods. You see a pretty lady with a haircut I would like. I see an old man with an old small dog that looks just like him. You see a train. I see a tree. You see a sign. I see a flag. You see a star. I see a shape that doesn’t have a name.

I tell you, look!
And you say, look! And I say, look! And you say, look! And I say, look! And you say, look!
And I don’t see it.




Meghan Lamb lives with her husband in St. Louis. Her novella, Sacramento, was recently released on Solar Luxuriance. Her book, Silk Flowers, is forthcoming in early 2016 from Birds of Lace. Her work can also be found in The Collagist, Necessary Fiction, Spork, wigleaf, and other places.

The Things We Say We See
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