We Caught Grasshoppers in Small-Town Alabama
In the bible, they swarm. Here, they cover the springtime like dew. We lunge. She tells me that the noises are meant to attract females, we laugh. In the Bible, they devastate. Here, we swipe them from the air, like bluebirds, like hawks, like the hand of god, if god were a pair of barefoot girls in worn overalls. In the west jumps the rainbow grasshopper, larger, flying over red rock and desert grassland. The colors are a warning, she tells me. Still, we don’t have them here. We only have these.
Noelle Hendrickson is a junior at Utah Valley University in Orem, Utah, and is pursuing a degree in English/Creative Writing. She previously served as Editor-in-Chief of UVU’s oldest literary journal, Touchstones. Her writing has previously appeared in The Allegheny Review and on LesbianHerstory.com. In her free time, she posts book reviews on Instagram @noelleandherbooks. Her full portfolio can be found at noellehendrickson.com.
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