Fireflies Gone
by A.J. Odasso									

My grandmother wrapped me in rouge
one cacophonous October, told me
my father had worn the same dress.

Tomboyish as Red, I asked if she wished Dad
had been a girl. She said, “Don’t worry
what I wished for, my sweet.” I went

to a Halloween party that night and danced
with goblins, ghosts, hoodlums, boys in sheets.
After, I couldn't find my fleece-lined shoes

in the darkness, in the brush. Duck, duck, wolf.
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Barking Sycamores is a literary journal entirely edited and operated by queer neurodivergent people of color. We publish poetry, artwork, short fiction (beginning with Issue 3), creative nonfiction (beginning with Issue 8), and hybrid genre work (beginning with Issue 9) by emerging and established neurodivergent writers as well as essays on neurodiversity and literature and book reviews (beginning with Issue 10).

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