There aren’t metaphors needed for our broken bodies inching into the waterways with the microplastics & 2nd houses & the rest of what is discarded

That west end of the island 

never looked 

the same after a storm. 

It seemed to remain constantly 

at war with 

its own past, in the way 

that a sunset had 

only one sunrise to compare 

itself to, but yet

continued to demand others.

Frank G. Karioris

Frank G. Karioris (he/they/him/them) is a writer and educator based in San Francisco whose writing addresses issues of friendship, gender, and class. Their work has appeared or is forthcoming in Pittsburgh Poetry Journal, Collective Unrest, Maudlin House, Sooth Swarm Journal, and Crêpe & Penn amongst others.

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