I look for frogs by a nearby stream. When I find one, it
leaps into my mouth, controlling every part of my life.
I marry a herpetologist that specializes in frogs. She
has a thing for stroking her fingers beneath my chin.
She does this so often that I am slowly becoming a
puddle. Awoobwoobwoobwoob is the sound of blood
Sean Shearer is the founder and co-poetry editor for the small press & online journal BOAAT PRESS. His poems are forthcoming from inter|rupture and Gigantic Magazine. He’s an undergraduate at Hampshire College where he studies poetry.