by Charlie O’Hay
Imagine a thunderstorm
that went from one day
into the next. And on
day after day after that.
At first you’d try to function
normally. Maybe
buy an extra umbrella,
or at night leave the radio playing low.
But after a month
you’d find yourself naked
seated before your open oven
and crying at videos of the sun.
Then it would all become routine:
the swim to work
the snorkel resting on the bedside table.
You’d adapt until numb.
And if at last the sun returned
you’d greet it with rage.
Charlie’s poems have appeared in over 100 journals, including Mudfish, West Branch, Painted Bride Quarterly, Cortland Review, Gargoyle and The New York Quarterly. He is the recipient of a 1995 Fellowship in Poetry from the Pennsylvania Council on the Arts. Far from Luck (2011, Lucky Bat Books) is his first collection of poems and photographs. His second book, Smoking In Elevators was published by Lucky Bat in December 2014. Since 2010, Charlie’s ongoing photo series Everyone Has a Name has shared images and stories of the homeless in Center City Philadelphia to promote understanding, dignity, and an end to homelessness in America.
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