When you pull
on your end you carry
me over a sea of unfamiliar things
and I weep for what I can’t
understand. You sink but I float
back to my side; I tug I drag you
through swells
of dependence and irony, our water-
logged shoes squelching in the mud
at the bottom of the point. Get
to the point. Get the point. Get me
a new rope,
because this one is fraying
and I don’t know
if it’ll work another
time.
Issue 6
PELAGIC GRIP
£4
Marisca Pichette has work in Strange Horizons, Fireside Magazine, Room Magazine, Channel Magazine, Ligeia Magazine, SNACK, and Plenitude Magazine, among others. She lives in Western Massachusetts, collecting fragments.