american beach vacation (dispatch from San Juan)
by KT Kerrigan
a child shrieks with laughter
as the azure crashes
and a plane roars overhead
We watch
I guess flights aren’t grounded anymore.
I’m floating with my head underwater
when it tears by
and I can still hear it beneath the waves,
five hundred and forty-five miles to the south
and two days to the past,
the bombs fell in Caracas
I wonder if you’re going to be stuck here.
she asks
My being from the united states,
whatever else that means,
bestows a magical double vision:
international crisis/personal inconvenience
KT Kerrigan is a NYC-based writer, editor, sometimes professor, occasional researcher, and often evil gay. Their writing has appeared in COPY. You can find them on Instagram @kt.kerrigan or on their website, katiekerrigan.com.
Picture Credit: KT Kerrigan
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