Recurring Daymare
by Gjeke Marinaj
(First Place • Poetry)

I	Watched
New	York
As	Two
Strips	Of Skin
Were	Peeled
From	Its
Forehead	Down
To	Its
Feet.	__
I	Awoke,
My	Face
Black,	My
Throat	Parched.
Since	That
Morning	My
Coffee	Cup
Streams	Blood
And	Tears.