is less groan, more wild animal shriek. “Trust me,” said the captain
piloting toward gunfire to see what the Russians are up to these days.
The sea ice resembles a cracked white lung steadily swelling
then sinking as high tide fades away. Already birds and
barnacles and butterflies are shifting their habitats poleward,
the eelgrass and jellyfish will be fine, but the basements
of coastal cities will begin to flood, an inch at a time.