Skyler Osborne
Featured image: untitled © Dylan Scillia 2018
If I can get calm,
throw my cash in the pond,
leave with the silhouette of my dog,
take a sword to the lawn
and flash it around
in the lonesome purposes of the day,
like the boy I knew
who would crack his own nose—
flood his shirt
to avoid the sprints
and football fields—
jam the landscape
with the shape of his body,
laugh himself still
in the mud yards,
hold the red rag to his face
until he disappeared.