What I Saw Last Year by Jonathan O’Such

What I Saw Last Year

by Jonathan O’Such

Crop tops from thrift stores, cats named Influenza, bottles of liquor drained of their last drop, vines on rusted fire escapes, glasses with wolf cuts and itchy pink sweaters, dyed orange hair, studded boots and jockstraps, piercings on the face to draw away from the eyes, bodies riddled with scars, one down the spine and many more underneath, same spots, different people, slaps to the cheek that reverberate every two weeks until something else draws my eyebut Her, warm thumbprint cookies, collared shirts, tights, and skirts, crocuses that bloom next to my favorite tree, long blonde threads lined like strings on harps, falling from a crown of branchesa portrait, that will never die, never fade off of any canvas, Yes, this year, I think I’ll sit here for a while.