Five Poems

by Cassady O’Reilly-Hahn

Big Bear Lake

The lake

is full

of dead

ant hills.

 

The fish

can thrive

at last

no more

 

of rain

nor sleet

nor snow

to fall

 

on banks

so dry

by sight

they crack

 

what leaves

are left

to fall.

They bound

 

on shores

as wet

as gold

is bright.

 

Do not

call me

gentle

tonight.

 

I watch

the sore

grow wide

with arms

 

as lead

and shot

as death.

The ants

 

are drowned.

We soon

too soon

follow them

down.

Potato Chips

I crack the bag and immediately the ocean

is all around me. The thick spray of salt

and my mother, tanning just her ankles

under the umbrella with my father.

 

This is as good a memory as I can get

playing diabetes roulette at a vending machine.

Tastes

A handful of walnuts

A bowl made of glass

Each crunch between my teeth

The warmth of home

Vase

 

Flower petals

escape

 

through

my fingers.

 

She hates

me

 

and

I don’t

 

blame her.

Death

 

is

better than

 

another white

vase.

Two Friends

1

Thursday—the day gas runs out and the tank must be

refilled. Remember when fifty dollars was a birthday gift

from a wealthy aunt? Now the mid-sized sedan swallows it

along with your evening. I know you aren’t quite worn

dead, but we know what’s coming.

 

2

The day starts before you

are ready for it. All morning your shoes

are in different places. Fridays are bananas

on the road. Then it’s gone—all work zips by the way a long sentence begins to unravel. You find me at a bar in downtown.

We pretend to sing together; play at karaoke like the movies

then split

an Uber, even though it’s after

 

3

midnight. I walk back two blocks and get in

my wagon. I coast downhill to save a few coins.

The trouble brews when I hear the wheels creek.

There was a time cars were made with wood.

I neglect both senses and drift aimlessly until I’m home.

BIO: Cassady O’Reilly-Hahn is a poet with an MA from Claremont Graduate University. He is an editor for Foothill: A Poetry Journal that highlights graduate student voices. He works for Deluxe, a company that localizes TV and Film for a global audience. In his free time, Cassady writes Haiku for his personal blog, orhawrites and his Instagram @cassady_orha. Cassady currently lives in Redlands, California, with his wife, Anabelle, and their two pugs, Wyatt and Jasper.

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