I will become it, and it will become me, and together we will lay in silence.

Inspired by the New York Times article, “There Are Holes on the Ocean Floor. Scientists Don’t Know Why” by Christine Chung.

“I try to point out the tears to those who do have the energy. They’re around if you know where to look.”

I am simpler / than I imagined myself to be. / I am not immune to the motions / of the stars.

“I turn the lights off to respect her charade. And she respects all of mine. That’s how our world has gone, fiction teetering on fiction, lie stacked on lie.”

How one community’s endeavor to survive is challenged by the death of their island.

“eager eyes devoured cherry lip gloss I / mistook hunger for appetite realized / in praise of unrequited love and loss”

“I prepared myself / washed my brain nine times a day / lobe after lobe after lobe / until my skin burgeoned red”