mescaline daydream, main st., usa

I levitate out of my own body
on sea green candy clouds

please tell the streetlights to quiet down,
they coagulate into glowing puddles like marbled candle wax
and tell the cars too,
they race past creating firework reflections on my dewy plexiglass
and the people! the babies!
the syrupy sounds of slowed
down screams,
the blood red screeches
of tiny humans,
a thousand chattering mouths,
unsuccessful articulation

I watch my body toss and roll,
cocoon eyes, crystalline chrysalis,
the soft hiss of the wall heater
clashes with the velvet rain

—stick your head out of the window,
beg for real air

Christina Maria Kosch recently graduated from Washington and Jefferson College, but is itching to get back into academia. She is using her gap year to write and edit until she is sick and tired of seeing her own words. She wants to be an English Professor one day.