Autumn McClintock
when you die and I am still young
I’ll go out on some raft
all the birds we’ve studied
have plastic in them
100%
those whale lovers
become drastic
one who scrapes the ocean
they make foggy shampoo bottles
from reclaimed bits
one scientist pleads
let’s work with what’s already on the planet
we are on the goddamn planet
when you are dead
i’ll remember styrofoam
we failed to cradle
like this gull like
no child ever