Poetry from Noah Berlatsky

Get Out of the Water

Jellyfish float like lungs in the sea

and lungs float like jellyfish in a different sea.

Everything is breathing with life and ick.

That is the kind of pantheism we are talking about.

Every beach is on the edge of another beach

and you can walk there on the jellyfish.

They pulse with the transparency of borders.

Our lungs yearn to mate and evolve in the jellylike sea.

We will never stop evolving.

The jellyfish are going to kick your ass, God

with their universal love that stings.