nearly every rip is a crisp pact,nearly every step is a disabled piss,a slip, a psst, is past, is pastthe squawking headline, belowthe photo of a juvenile herring gullclasping in its beak, sailing in its scat,ridding from its ass, the remainsof a Yoplait parfait. In 1960, 5%of sea-faring avians ate plastic.In 1960, fewer sporks, fewer caps,fewer cigarette tips. By 1980,the number had jumped to 80%,a stirrer, straw, & Starbucks lidexplosion. Global productiondoubles by the decade, global lipspart, global rods cast, globaldisablers dig, global dips subtract.By 2028, more plastic swirlingin that gargantuan garbage gyre,that loosely collected rubbishspectacle than all the plasticfactory-spat since plastic-ing began.When auklets stab at shrink wrap,when pigeon guillemots gulpDoritos bags, there's no roomin a gut for a mollusk, a morselof crab. Punches holesin their organs. Strips parts. Scrapsscripts. When birds chew Blowpopwrappers, guzzle Glad bags,courtship desists. When one birdeats 200 pieces. When one bird,piling and bridling, is trapped.When one bird's trackdeparts. "If you add plasticto a gut, it will make a difference,"said the gadfly petrel never. Subtracthow many there were, take two awayfrom three. Take away: a voicevamoosing, an attic collapsing,a number deeply dinged, teeteringon cast away, on doused, on dropping to nil.