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.