AUDREY HARRER

We walk along a beach of Pop Rocks as the seltzer tide washes over our feet. Words are pieces of salt water taffy we put in our mouths. We collect Jolly Ranchers like skipping stones and throw them far into the ocean. Seagulls dive for Swedish Fish. A hot pink cotton candy sunset takes the shape of Mt. Rushmore. He points at the moon, and while I turn to look, he becomes a bronze statue. —Audrey Harrer