A new poem by Julie Mahfood

Binnacle List in Nine Lines

Ditched the GPS for a broken
compass—tried to navigate a bad
marriage. Should have waited

till the wind picked up, but the air was still
and it was hard to keep track. Sudden gust
tacked boom to starboard, knocked us

right off the ship. Jutting rocks.
We both made it onto the Binnacle List:
excused from duty for the duration.