Thursday, July 19, 2012


by Jessy Randall and Daniel M. Shapiro

The floor vibrates. I can't hear you.
In the basement, a box squints
as if trying to remember our faces.

Magma slurs its way up the stairs.
There's nothing that can stop it.

We climb crawling ivy to the attic,
where my stoic science book
clasps the solution. Page 136.

We sail our diamond boat into town,
singing songs of mermaids on fire.

This poem originally appeared in Star*Line, a print magazine.

Jessy Randall and Daniel M. Shapiro have been collaborating on projects since they were in middle school together. Their collection of poems, Interruptions, is currently available from Pecan Grove Press. 

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