Alisha Bruton from HOW NOT TO CLEAN A FISH You are in a boat without language Black-tide born                                               Lost as we are,                                                your cactus kind The last time I came through this   town I drowned at noon                                               Julius Caesar could swim a mile                                                  in his armor Shore is bubbly and has lemons in it Strange fish, your sea is shrinking                                               Sleeping under a fig tree, dreaming                                                of your horses You can tell I'm a miner by my hands The north pole is a green lake                                               I most                                               The sun fights it                                               The sun holds the swords Sleeping under a fig tree, dreaming  of your horses Slow birds above me in the leaves                                              Don't ever get more attached                                               than catch & release. Luckily   I hid the ax Author's Note: "So you are in a boat without language" is from a poem by Leah Noble Davidson "Luckily I hid the ax" is from the poem "Hello Pedestrian, I Hope" by Julia Cohen.