the air is thick with
curtain winter
my pelvis is my basket
heavy with the syrup
“that’s the dream”
a house on the bluff
some kind of monster floats
out there in the bay
brittle heron leg
freestanding on the shelf
by the table
you may eat
fish & chips,
drink margaritas
from cans
handle it
or go away
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