- Drown Togetherby Jake Shores
We take a cup together and we drink away the nothingness
I think up something clever turn to you and end our ‘loveless’ tryst
by copying the weather and spitting out “I’m loving this”
Your hands under my sweater they grab me with a subtle grip
I press into you then and feel the softness of your supple lip
The mess of dew within I grab my drink and take a couple sips
Our prescient sin emboldened by our drunkenness
I Confess I can’t contend with how I feel upon this sunken ship
I wonder out loud “what happens when the storm is over?”
When we cease to drown and we’re forced to form sober
thoughts? Will we return to the nothingness
from which we sought this ‘loveless’ tryst?
I’m scared that you’ll still love me, I’m scared that you won’t anymore
I say we stay underwater and refuse to swim ashore
- Red Inkby Jake Shores
Don’t call me your compatriot,
I live in a nation of my own
I am alone,
and any invitation I receive to socialize comes
written in red ink like the “words of the messiah”
There is an embargo on all trade within my nation
and it’s signed
with that same red ink
My nation is running out of resources,
the government employees write to neighboring nations seeking aid
The citizens’ options are limited and they trust the fancier pen
despite the bad handwriting
Soon my nation is deserted
and my memory of it rests
in a plein-air painting of its coastline
It hangs above our breakfast nook