Kieran Mulligan
I’m me in this dream
and the crocodiles are back
and we’re all at the
Kroger shopping. The sign says
“cheap scrap” and the
scrap is cheap, since
you can get a dozen
for four and four for
a dozen, fresh off the
heap either way and still
and cold like a dead thing.
I’m checked out
in the self-checkout line,
watching as the
workers build babel out of soup
cans and soda boxes. But the
crocodiles push it down, tear
it with their teeth until day breaks
like a sheet of ice
dropped from a height on
the concrete floor. Nobody
pinch me. I need to
get the ice cream home
before it melts.
Kieran Mulligan is a junior studying theatre and creative writing. She plays the kazoo sometimes.
