Jessica Hammack
Free Country

Jessica Hammack - Free Country

Poetry
Jessica Hammack is from Morgantown, West Virginia. Her poems have appeared in Poet Lore, Beloit Poetry Journal, Cimarron Review, Seneca Review, Redivider, The Pinch, and Still: The Journal, and her… Read more »
Hayden Saunier
Monotype

Hayden Saunier - Monotype

Poetry
Hayden Saunier’s work has been widely published in journals and awarded a Pushcart Prize, Rattle Poetry Prize, Pablo Neruda Prize, and featured on Poetry Daily, Verse Daily, and The Writers Almanac.… Read more »
Christopher Blackman
Three-Day Weekend

Christopher Blackman - Three-Day Weekend

Poetry
Christopher Blackman is a poet from Columbus, Ohio. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in The Kenyon Review, DIAGRAM, Cleaver Magazine, Southeast Review, and Sixth Finch, among other… Read more »
Terrance Owens
외국인

Terrance Owens - 외국인

Poetry
Terrance Owens has had poems appear in PANK, Quarterly West, The Adirondack Review, and Lake Effect, among others. He lives in Seoul, South Korea. Read more »

Free Country

Jessica Hammack

My childhood wasn’t so bad. I had a stack of Noxzema pads, a trundle bed. I had ketchup sandwiches, and a yard, a ditch where onions grew, fat and purple. Back then my teachers said war was good for the economy, and instead of I don’t care my friends and I would say Free country, as if that gave us permission to do anything we wanted, like hock loogies out the bus window, or say that we, too, could become President someday, despite all evidence to the contrary. To me, the sweater of America had only just begun unraveling: imagine, I had never seen a murder on a telephone. I hadn’t even heard of student loans, or proxy wars, or mortgages gone underwater. I used to draw the ocean full of smiling fish. I had a crush on Officer Kip, the DARE cop, who, the first week of class, set out a box that said, in navy Sharpie, Tell Me Everything. From my assigned seat, I wrote what I was told. Back then, I believed that growing up meant being free. That I could choose my life. I really thought that they would ask, and I could just say no.
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