My poem in response to the amazing new nonfiction book, “Sex and the Sea” by Marah Hardt.
In the deep-sea dish
of salty pornography
the whales with belly buttons are mysteriously deepening their booming voices.
The warmer weather might make more boy sea turtles and the salmon are struggling against dams to spawn.
My knees get ozone burned at the beach as I sip coke and read about dying marine erotica.
I realize my odds are better on land than the sea creatures in the rising temperatures of the ocean.