People are running
from cars driving
away from cars
caught in a roiling
mass of debris
& then you see the
tsunami. Materials
enact their strange
agency. We used to
believe tranquil seas
covered the dark
lunar plains. I forage
from our recurring
modernity. Probability
most of the time is
problematic. My friend
was walking along the
beach & found garbage
bags full of dead seals.
She said that my ear
was bleeding & I said
what? I am the same
age as Shelley when
he drowned. I should
drink more water.


Simon Kim lives in Chicago. You can read more of his work at Pom Pom, A Dozen Nothing, and El Balazo Press. He also tweets @walcum.