If I were plankton
I’d survive
By the narrowest of margins.

(i feel the rippling
Current of doom set in)

I don’t understand why
There isn’t birth control
For men! Not marginally;
Conceivably,
In reality.

(everything feeds
On eggs, or, life, again)

If I were a human
I’d survive,
By an understanding margin.

(feel the struggling
awaring plankton blooms?)

I don’t remember
‘x’s ago, living now,
Surviving by last margins…

(if i made it, so what
it keeps repeating…)

‘til Its All dead.
By proxy. By poetry.
But, not by survivorhood.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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