zafusy

Snorkel chunks. You stole her from
the submerged solstice. You boast of a snug

holster. At the taxidermy dancehall,
you spied her in tattersall. You, the hero

of the mock sea-battle. Was it like trying to drag
from a broken cigarette. Tatters all,

marigold coin in the jar.
Luminol angel.

Tim Botta

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