precarious
silence
swells its accommodation
a dry tongue retreats
leviathan of the deep
burned by the sun
a row of molars withdraws
the last squad standing
pried apart by spears
dam newly constructed
soon bursts into
precarious
voice
dam dam dam
drowning
dam dam dam
out
dam dam dam
all
dam dam dam
my
precarious
thoughts
persistent
in the shallows and the shoals
no vantage free of the
washed up milk jugs and grocery bags
no surface quiet over the
vents relentlessly bubbling up with CO 2
no way to sift out all the
microplastics lingering in the sand
muddying up all my
precarious
truths
a tide tug-tug-tugs on a castle
saturated to the
boiling point of significance
it evaporates
a moon tug-tug-tugs on a linchpin
collapsing any memory of substance
from the meaning I built
out of water
Bio:
Lucia Larsen is from Chicago and is currently studying for her Masters in Environmental Management at the University of Stirling in Scotland. Her work has appeared in The Unpublishable Zine.