20 Little Poetry Projects Prompt (abbreviated) 

the spray of ocean bites into my skin, sharp sting 

the sky is only blue if that’s what you decide 

andre was born in detroit, murdered there too 

ocean nestles against my shins like a familiar cat 

this is the hottest summer 

the ocean is full of plastic, is ever filling still 

ocean is a cauldron, bubbling full of hot plastic 

and carcasses and bodies and drapetomaniacs 

in the name of innovation, in the name of progress 

what came first?

the freedom or the dying 

i mean dying is a freedom

the earth will heat

the ozone will melt 

the viruses will spread

we will keep dying

we will keep killing 

we will keep being killed

empires will fall 

there will be carnage

it will be terrifying before it is beautiful 

it is terrifying now