It is impossible
not to disappoint drift-
wood, or anything else
that only floats up to
It takes two to skinny dip in the lagoon.
Swimming in water that tastes like blood,
bobbing with the waves while they grab for the moon
Watching the seagulls flood the beaches,
they look through the garbage that got washed up,
they look at us.
Do they see a difference?
I might live long enough to name these
landfills once they turn into continents.
Jake Price is a sophomore student at Susquehanna University. He spends most of his time reading his poetry to his cat, Raven, who has yet to give him any feedback. He has been published in Rivercraft Magazine, Cream Scene Carnival Magazine, and the tide rises, the tide falls.