by Claire McNerney
we used to meet in the drowned station
Lena and I
her happy to dive down
and I to swim up
we shared our stories in the gray-bright of the epipelagic
and danced around the benches under the support beams
we used to meet in the drowned station
my best friend and I
until my people sent a storm
and hers a nuclear bomb
our homes were destroyed in fire water poison deluge
both sea and land left nothing but agonized debris
still I wait in the drowned station
this intermediate structure-ghost that remains
and wonder if I am likewise a ghost
if so, why is she not here, too?
© 2023 Claire McNerney
About the Author
Claire McNerney writes, creates, and performs in her home state of California, where she currently attends UCSD. She enjoys, among other things, busking poetry on her 1930's typewriter. Her writing appears in Los Suelos, Proton Reader, and Cossmass Infinities. Follow her on Twitter @claire_mcnerney or Instagram @o.h.c.l.a.i.r.e