Poetry: Shower-In-A-Can

by Alison O’Connor

PSSSSSSSS
Her brand
Sprayed over her hair
By Nurse’s Station
Head nurse gagging
From the remnants
Of the baby powder solvent
Long after the perpetrator
Of the pollution left
For morning vitals.


Alison O’Connor is a fourth year undergraduate at Columbia College Chicago majoring in Poetry. Her poetry has appeared in The North Chicago Review. She was a featured as a “promising young poet” at the Poetry Foundation. Alison performs her poetry at numerous open mics and venues across the Chicago area, from The Green Mill to The Glencoe Public Library.

Hundred

by Alison O’Connor

Hunno
Hunnit
One Hundred Percent
Swallowed
Like medicine
Same sterile feel
Against the taste buds
Hundred’s best since
It’s the highest you can
Eat of each grey plastic tray
Carrying breakfast
Lunch and dinner
Passing before you and
You dig in
With your cautious
Fork and spoon
No knives
We’re all here
‘Cause
Those would be
A hunnit percent
Risk.


Alison O’Connor is a fourth year undergraduate at Columbia College Chicago majoring in Poetry. Her poetry has appeared in The North Chicago Review. She was a featured as a “promising young poet” at the Poetry Foundation. Alison performs her poetry at numerous open mics and venues across the Chicago area, from The Green Mill to The Glencoe Public Library.

Poetry: Holly Go

by Alison O’Connor

Holly Go-Heavy
Holly go nibble
Pastry from your
Paper bag

Super-sized rat
Peeping through
Diamond district windows

You’ll cross in style
some day
Givenchy’s muse
With a sixties swing

Holly So Heavy
You’re baggy sagging
Black dress gets
Rain water doused
Burgeoning belly out
Lined

You’ll settle soon
For a cracker-jack
Ring but will save
The engravings
For your skin
Engagements you’ll keep

Holly my dolly
Why such
Longing for pearls?
You barely
Wear necklaces
The clasps bite
At your hands
Like small rats’
Teeth

Holly you are
A fright
Of course you
Don’t even trust
Yourself you
Look in mirrors
There are no suitors
Draped around

You in front of shops
Oscar The Grouch
Devouring confections
No grace or poise
Surprising for an old Holly-
Wood type

Holly, here the rats
Plague you horribly
How much world is there
When you tell yourself
Aloud like a loony
How dowdy you are

Turn, turn and stop
Baby, stop and save
Yourself don’t waste away
Looking for another alter
Ego to claim

Holly
Remove
The dainty death mask
Toss it to the gutter as runoff
Wipe the grime from your eyes
From too many nights
Masquerading in makeup

Holly
Don’t stray
You’re soaking wet
Half the time and
It’s never productive
To think in the rain


Alison O’Connor is a fourth year undergraduate at Columbia College Chicago majoring in Poetry. Her poetry has appeared in The North Chicago Review. She was a featured as a “promising young poet” at the Poetry Foundation. Alison performs her poetry at numerous open mics and venues across the Chicago area, from The Green Mill to The Glencoe Public Library.