by Rin Carroll
did you know that squirrels get drunk
off of fallen fruit? were you a squirrel,
then? did you release your jaw
and let bottles pour into your open mouth
just because they were already falling
and you were so thirsty? did you
step on fermented apples walking away
from us in the middle of the night?
did the beer seep through the holey soles
of your tennis shoes? god that juice
has got to have been strong—i just know
that once you felt your belly buzz you played
hopscotch all the way down the street.
Rin Carroll is a queer poet studying in the English Department at UMass Amherst. They have an affinity for cats, disco balls, and novels in which nothing happens. Rin writes about grief, gender, desire, and the occasional daydream.