Poem by Phoebe Kate Foster

NO GERMS!SNEEZE INTO ARM OR TISSUEIt is I whose nameshould be on their listhere where wall signswarn to wash hands andwear masks, where weakand worn-out specimenswait to have their heartstranslated into blips and bloops,peaks and valleys, jagged linesindicating infernal internalseismic disruption.It should be me waitingfor the gloomy newsin this place where tablesdon’t provide popular magazines

Poem by Elizabeth Kate Switaj

Sea Mother’s Love.I will take this babyyou broke in me to make.and let barnacles growon her soft skin.I’ll braid seaweed in her hairNever teach her how to parther long silver tail..and walk on fins until they turn......callused & six-toed..You’ll only see herleaping breakers.I’ll never you let you love herShe’ll never have to sewbroken legs into scales .and pull herself on elbowsdown sand