Jan/Feb 2017 Poetry |
© 2016 Elizabeth P. Glixman
Flotsam and Jetsam
We argue again,
the difference betweenflotsam and jetsam—
a nice distinction,emotional cargo or
shell-blasted ballast.Waves of loathing
whip up a sea shanty,dry-retching stings my throat—
I can't sing your hook.A scream in the bathroom
is trapped in my bottle.I slow-comb the shore;
you head for the breakers.Clams bake beneath
an unforgiving sun.