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Notes From You : David Bernier

David and his foot.
"Notes From You" selects works of poetry, short story and essay, illustration, and cartooning that are submitted by you and your friends. To kick us off, we’re featuring two short pieces from friend and local poet, David Bernier, whose writing always leaves us with a certain grateful whimsy.
Submit your work for July to skinnydippermag@gmail.com with the subject line “Notes From You” by June 29th.
History textbook
Neighbors turned their satellite dishes around so they listened not above, but below—
Doctors, prone in their white, pressed their stethoscopes against the dirt—
The school board replaced the pledge of allegiance with a daily lesson on photosynthesis—
Fossil fuel CEOs scrubbed out oil barrels to catch rainwater for public gardens—
Engineers gave away generators that people charged by skipping stones—
National parks launched initiatives to bring trees’ morale to record highs—
Factory workers stopped making s
oda and instead made baby formula, free for mothers whose
breasts gave no milk—
Tourists quit taking photos of the Grand Canyon to preserve the nation’s sense of wonder—
Construction workers converted the last remaining prison into meadow—
We turned our
faces toward sunset—
We dried our clothes in sunset—
You found me—
Touch me butt
Touch me but not because I’m some sort of “ horn dog ”
but because at the wedding reception your face
sometimes looked like you were doing long
division in your head and I admire that and
you hold my body so good both naked
and the other way and for you petting dogs
is prayer and you and I laid high
by the swamp and watched the scum grow
too slow to see but you were proud of it and
I was proud of you and your effort deserves
every gold medal I have infiltrated the olympic committee
I have tried to persuade to strongarm the olympic committee
into changing their policy from giving gold medals
to the winners of sporting competitions to
giving them all to you and I will have you know
they are motherfucking hardliners I promised
the rep from china overship of every single
chinatown and the rep from France the statue of liberty
and ten billion unfiltered cigarettes but
their asking prices were even higher so here I sit
locked up charged with attempted bribery and
misguided unconsummated seduction waiting for you
waiting for magic waiting to smell cattails again
to touch honeysuckle and interpol may come
looking for you so be ready to answer the door in
your giant ass-kicking boots and remember that legally
you don’t owe them a thing
The music we make in may
will fill parts of us that didn’t exist last summer
Our only mutual friend visited today
They said the growth potion will be finished tonight
In one sleep from now I will see your giant and friendly face
bouncing pink light toward me off the sunrise when
you pluck the roof off this prison with
your giant thumb and your giant forefinger
and you scoop me up
and off we go