poem
Volume 29, Number 1

Casualties

intersections await. thinking,
about just letting the car go
where it pleases, terrible wrecks,
you fossilized body among

the items found. or better yet
you can make sure there are no

other casualties of your mistakes,
off a bridge, into a river, to the depths
with you for one last time. You

consider it, the light turns green,
your ex is still happy, and you
are still miserable, but you continue

to drive home, because this is your life
now. moving from one light to the next,
there are red times, yellow times, and green,
but your life continues, the beast doesn’t win.


—Deonte Oyasande