- POETRY -

DID GROW

Casey O'Brien

ISSUE TWELVE | SPRING 2019

my brother and half-cousins

make helicopter sounds

with their tongues

and chase me like

I am one of the

bad boys bad boys

on COPS

 

the corn did grow

knee-high by the fourth

of July so even the

tallest among us are

obscured by the fields

invisible only until

boredom comes

scythe-and-all

for our crouched

restless bodies

and we point

ourselves out to

the seekers

 

I sprint every summer

through these hallways

never ever find a door

but my feet callus

nice and yellow-like

shell-like and I bet

I could outrun

the real police

if they came for me

out here in the middle

of the middle

Casey O'Brien writes, mostly about water and mirrors and smoochin’. She is currently out on loan to South Carolina where she’s letting the red dye grow out of her hair, trying not to get hit by cars, and wondering what the pull-quotes of her life will be when it’s all said and done. Her work has been published in a few anthologies and zines, including her own, Junk Drawer Magazine.

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