Swell

Swell

There was a room, and in the room
was a swollen thing sleeping.
There were people
forcing each other.
I seen it.
u wuz there
& so wuz u
There was this room without me in it.
And no one there knew that I lived,
tragically, by a cornfield.
The sun would leak into the sky as I ran
past the dark soil ditches, the soles
of my shoes thumping with my own passing.
Porch lights went on
like warnings of my approach.

-Carrie Comer