the eighth continent
in the middle of the ocean there
is a
large mass of trash,
twice the size of texas.
it is where all the trash goes.
it is toxic to
life.
it kills the birds
and the fish,
but it is so far away nobody cares.
one day-
she will be there,
these
words will be there,
that movie will be there,
the neighbor will be there,
and most politicians
and bored teachers-
her best friend,
her shoes,
and
her modest dress,
letters to friends,
letters to former friends,
their promises
and
offers,
their love,
their hate,
their absurdity
will be there.
one day i may find myself there,
on the eighth continent.
its president,
its king,
its ruler-
it is where all the trash goes.
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