i don't even remember rummaging through your purse
-but you got mad i found out...
i got mad i found out. home sweet. home
i save my receipts kind of in a shoebox crumpled
an autobiography of drunken commerce. internet
some dumb architect starchitect some stupid ignoring you
dumb as a fish they say
...little blue eyes peering blankly through
big blue windows across rivers blue/red distance skylines we smell
of sweet sweat after the skipper skiff trip salt
brine-minnows walk plod slosh through those white. tight.
membrane toes that run on innocence holes
we dug.
for sinking foundations crawl. wet stones ballast two flying fish silver
splits flop on tung teak.
two silverfish mock
two roaches with south mouths
... this sucks. bad romance; some big flood with no boat
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