It Happened So Many Times | Isobel O’Hare

was written on the back of a bus seat  some things are not meant to be photographed  like her face against the grass as you ruin her  like your tongue in the mouth of a four-year-old  it happened so many times  was what she said years later  some girls don’t come back from this  a poet told me  don’t let your young women stay there  and she likes to think that  she is not there  struggling against the floor of the attic  scratching against your face  choking on you because you won’t slow down  you say you get so carried away and  and  it happened so many times  she is still there  how does she peel the skin off  how does she cover herself with something clean  how does she wash you out  when will you let her swim across  lie on the bank  alone with her own hands  a heartbeat she can trust  some silence  when will you stop hunting her  her dreams don’t let her forget  how could she forget it    when

Isobel O’Hare received her MFA from the Vermont College of Fine Arts. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Account, FORTH Magazine, HOUND, Enclave, Dirty Chai, Map Literary, Cease, Cows and other publications. Her first chapbook, Wild Materials, is forthcoming from Zoo Cake Press. She lives in Oakland, California.


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