Night swimming, Fall Equinox by Anna Swanson

Note: All words (with the exception of title) transcribed from garbage found in the Punch Bowl near St. John’s, NL.

Remember
under that go-go moon

how we twisted
out of even our names?

Everything unbottled
& showing & tongued

by cold water? Brave
& algebraic, we added

our daily recommended
allowance of heat to the still

water, each of us with our
signature spark,

split between one moon
& the other—

half island
& half hot star.

— from Juniper Volume 5, Issue 3