wrapped in her blue cloak of salt
and slick seals. She guides the spokes
of his wheels, his knees and thighs slap
forward, radiant as the vermilion glow
of sea foam at dawn. He curves
around her gnarly grin, the ache of
her maw ready to engulf him
if, like a punctured tire, he busts.

And she’s a fearless body of water,
so wide she has no cares. Her belly
moans from oil spills and islands
of plastic bags and coke cans,
but she rolls on. Why should she
stop for those things? With a crush
she gouges the shore, puckers briny
fangs and digs into sand and stone.
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Problem Child offers an alternative medium for publication of poetry, prose, artwork, essays, and other creative media by semi-annually publishing the Problem Child Literary Magazine. Problem Child aims to publish and promote individual original thought by creating and hosting a creative community.