Gull Island

Photo by Jeremy Bezanger on Unsplash

My heartburn is like the Arctic Ocean —
it numbs my gaze from the gravel beach.

Across the water is a rock covered with birds,
stained like snowfall, a sanctuary of spawn,

shattered eggshells that lip the surf,
settle on the bottom to build more limestone.

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Trapper Markelz (he/him) is a poet who writes from Boston, MA. His work has appeared in numerous journals and publications. Check out http://trappermarkelz.com

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Trapper Markelz

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Trapper Markelz (he/him) is a poet who writes from Boston, MA. His work has appeared in numerous journals and publications. Check out http://trappermarkelz.com

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