LIZ ROBBINS


Poem with Oceanic Variables


Equations. What Jane, Suki, and I were
   supposed to be studying, Algebra
on a Saturday evening. Instead,

Juno’s Drive-Thru for two six-
   packs and no I.D.
Twelve divides three times into

forgetting. The real work and sorrow,
   bloodied on the road
a year or two ahead.

The night tattooed with telephone poles,
   palm trees, pink buzz
of bar signs. Jane’s car, a dark safety,

double bed we’d curl up in, planning
   our slip into the
adult world. Solitaire black-eyed

sailors crouched on bar stools, waiting.
   Lit smokes, cherry beacons.
The whole weekend turning

to three-day growth on pirated islands.
   The wind, the wind, the wind
nudging, There. Yes.

At the smell of the sea pulling back.
CAVE WALL PRESS, LLC
Liz Robbins’ poems have appeared in Barrow Street, Cimarron Review, Harpur
Palate, Margie
, and Puerto del Sol. Poems from Hope, As the World Is a Scorpion Fish
(Backwaters Press, 2008) have been featured on The Writer’s Almanac and
Verse
Daily
. She’s an assistant professor of English at Flagler College.