Poems for Today

By Cassady O’Reilly-Hahn

Picnic Privilege
We sit in a park.
White palms wield a picnic knife.
No one calls the cops.

K9 Unit
Master says, Go! Fetch!
and fires the rubber ball
into a man’s neck.

Peaceful Protests
The walls are pock-marked
with the scars of stray rubber.
They sprayed off any flesh.