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.

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