Megan O'Rourke

Poetry / Issue X

Three Poems by Meghan O'Rourke

by Megan O'Rourke

illustrator Daniel Egnéus

Our fears are often irrational.
One hot afternoon, I toured the old prison for POWs.
(In this desert there are no people, only facilities for holding them.)
One doesn’t think of the Underworld as being bright.