On Wednesday I Still Have Time Before the Dining Hall Bagels Go Stale, Casi Cobb

Leland Quarterly | Fall 2022

On Wednesday I Still Have Time Before the Dining Hall Bagels Go Stale

Casi Cobb

If I think about it just right, I can still love the memory of the boy, stubborn ‘til he sang reggaeton as he danced with me. The insides of our knees touched, the party growing tired.

My hair was barely more than a buzz then. Soon, again, I’d be shocked by the obvious: how each new hairstyle multiplied unmaintainable. My blonde hairs rebelled with stubborn growth.

Twice a week, I used to climb tall walls, obediently reaching up and after bright colors. Shaky armed, I’d clutch the last hold firm, two-handed.

At one point, I was reading that great book. At one point, that plastic bag still dripped wet with clay. Now, Its 11:11 and I’m wishing that I get what I want. (I’m hoping so does everybody else).

On Wednesday I Still Have Time... | Casi Cobb

Thursday comes, and I want someone to kiss me slow enough I stop counting time in weeks. In the car, I dream of firelogs.

The way the embers kept burning under the sand we kicked on top.