Glass Poetry Press

Volume Three Issue One

Adam Tavel

Camp Loss

Breakfast: served at noon after hoisting our tattered flag. In lieu of lunch the group will assemble your stuffed likeness. Bring your own rope. Tacks are freely provided for the decoration of your cabin. At sunset we hike the steepest hill to remind ourselves we are merely bodies. We are psalms for barnacles. Many choose to swirl small islands with their fingers. We serve supper at ten as is our custom to court hunger.