Amy Gaeta is a poet and Ph.D. candidate in English at the University of Wisconsin-Madison. Amy’s creative work explores how trauma and injury are ordinary and mundane conditions that shape how we perceive and order the world. Her poetry has been published in various local venues, museum catalogs, and journals. A selection of these include Soundings East, Crab Fat Magazine, OPE! A Madison Anthology, and the 2016 Poetry Speaks catalogue from the Madison Museum of Contemporary Art. She grew up in Boston and now resides in Madison, WI.
A Myth of Plastic, Us
There’s a time now that sits on top of the Mariana Trench.
Right where fiber cables
awake next to all
the dead myths I wrote about you,
about continents, about the iridescent
shade that our eyes
take on when ship wakes wake us
On top that trench, that time is home
I’ve slept there dreaming of no filter
Parliaments and my smoke rings dazzling fish heads.
scared, be terrified— this poem isn’t
fantasy and our fires do burn out and
this time exists until it doesn’t
You’d rather not be here, a trench filled
to human infinity of inhumanity and microplastics.
The back of the double stitched thick sea forest? We must buy it before
someone else, become hoarders of the dead myths and bottle caps,
mold us into an empire for us to destroy ourselves
with, and create a time to forget.