- First, wait for them to die before you get all sad and stuff. Nobody ever kept
living just because you kept thinking about the day they were going to die.
Be nice especially if you don’t like them. You will be the one who suffers from
guilt when they’re gone.
- I’ve been studying the dreams I have of dying, especially in airplanes where there
are those few seconds between when the captain comes on the speaker with death
in his voice and we all look at each other trying to decide whether to fight for the
lone parachute or scream I love you to everyone, those few seconds before we
crash. (I asked my friend who was losing his mind what it was like, knowing for
his remaining few seconds that he wasn’t going to remember any of this, anything
from our conversation, his grandkids, his life, what was it like to know that.)
I almost forgot this.
- It takes just a few seconds from here where I’m writing to my neighbor’s front
door, to ring the bell, to wait for footsteps, to hand someone a jar of jelly borne of
the trees in my backyard, to be thanked, to turn around, to turn around and walk
back to this home, this place with no runways.
Casey has been published in journals including The American Journal of Poetry, Better Than Starbucks, The Moth, and 3rd Wednesday. His latest book is A nest blew down (Kelsay Books, 2021), and a new collection, Freak show (Fernwood Press), is due out in early 2023. Casey has a degree from Reed College.