Time and the girl who got killed
I saw a coyote walk straight through
our night vision camera carrying
the mystery of the world,
something so wild cruising through
town like a four-legged Chevy.
Yes, the mystery of the world is still
alive. Consider the judgments we
hand down when a girl dies and
the boy driver gets sent to some sort
of rehab center as if he will come out
Consider the bureaucrat at the job office
who lectured me because I didn’t know
how to fill in the part that asks
for your middle name.
Well, I don’t have a middle name I
told him, and I’ve never been to any rehab
but I know that girl isn’t coming
back and I know that coyote will come
back. They always come back.
Looking out towards Long Island
Mail your friend who lost a son some bread
every once in a while. Never gets easy, easier.
Get back to him when he thanks you,
answer your phone when he calls,
look at the pictures he sends of his new house
that looks out towards Long Island.
Look around your own life and find
something there you too can hold on to,
something to squeeze that will remind you
that you have your kids to call up whenever,
that you can just call up your kids
for no reason, whenever.
Casey has been published in numerous journals including The American Journal of Poetry, Better Than Starbucks, The Moth, and 3rd Wednesday. His latest book is A nest blew down (Kelsay Books, 2021), and a new collection, Freak show (Fernwood Press), is due out in early 2023. Casey has a degree from Reed College.