Outer wear

M.E. Hope
Horizontal photo of rain hitting a forest.
Photo by Christopher

The only time we wore raincoats 
at boot camp was the night Recruit
Smith ate bleach. When the corpsmen
came to get her the duty chief called out
Man onboard! which reduced us 
to sniggering into our sleeves 
like creepy Tyrone F. Horneigh;
they carried her out on a stretcher,
her dagger eyes killing us all.

M.E. Hope currently lives and writes in Belgium. A recipient of a Fishtrap Fellowship, Playa Residency, and Individual Artist Fellowship from the Oregon Arts Commission, she spends her days watching the amazing Belgian Blue cattle and searching for the perfect cheese.