not a cargo ship

this stage is not an onerary/construction/it is not
a minivan/not a cargo ship/it is the ground floating on it
self/its edge/this thing we are on/in does not have shock
absorbers it has aftershocks/we do not need to rein
force the slipped axles first we need to reinforce the arch
ives/get back under the furniture cover your head with
both hands hold the table in place by its leg hold onto
someone's hand/sway into the ground rip through the
pop-art/pointillist sky/dig through/into the rubble and pitch
some into the ocean let it make current ground/grind
it into sand into glass look into/through it find the power
lines pull them down run/them through the gutters to warm
the blood that beats there

Sneha Mohidekar (she/her) lives somewhat adjacent to linear time (though PST is generally a good timezone), in which space she attempts to write about queer monsters. Her work has appeared in The Indianapolis Review and littledeathlit, and you can intermittently find her online at @snehamohidekar.