–title of an article published in the Sante Fe New Mexican, Dec. 8, 2018
by Emmy Newman
Featured Art: White Lines by Irene Rice Pereira
All teenage seals, the foolhardy lummoxes
of their families, the ones with belly rings and chokers,
vanilla frosting flavored lip gloss and no car payments.
Four seals with eels up there, the scientists write, so far.
She looks unconcerned: blissful, the snapshot seal,
her eyes shut tight, the supple buttery wrinkles
of her neck skin folding over like a pair of winter socks
and two visible inches of eel dangling from her left nostril.
The eel could have loved the seal, a non-scientist argues,
wriggling upward in hopes to close the space between.
But it has been decided that seals do not love
the way eels do, and anyway, who would
attempt such a reckless act of closeness
unless looking for a warm place to die.
Emmy Newman is a MFA candidate at the University of Idaho. Her work has appeared in Cream City Review, Inverted Syntax, The Ekphrastic Review, and elsewhere. She currently serves as poetry editor for Fugue.