Thinking

by Brigid O'Brien

Coconut curry and
Sticky rice
Have healed
Our wounds

We sit cross-legged
on your couch
Drinking wine
and
Singing loud

I’m driving with my father
A flock of birds
I ask him what
all the birds
wonder about
He tells me
All the cars

My best friend
Tells me
She ushered a baby skunk
Out of the street

I keep thinking
about
The woman I saw on the train
She was
putting on blush
In a
pearly compact mirror
And I remember it
Because
Her blush
Matched
Her hair

I think about
the man at the liquor store
Who sold me my
first bottle of rose
He declared
Casual Fridays
were for
Grateful Dead shirts only

My mom says
I think too much
I make a mental note

Write
that
Down

Brigid O'Brien is a current student in Chicago, where she studies English and journalism. When she's not writing, you can probably find her walking lots of cute (slobbery) dogs and getting lost on the CTA.