I lie awake and invent my next lover but I cant see her as clearly as before. Maybe I got tired of dressing the new one in memorys skin, slipping it on like a wetsuit. The fish down here dont give a damn, gliding by with their neon on and off. What color eyes? Hair? Body type? Theres no way to know. A lungfish just shoved me aside and climbed ashore to evolve. But I like this salty amniotic sack Im cogitating in. Look, a giant squid with a buick in its beak. But am I ready for love? To swim into a clot of someones eggs? Only the turtle knows, opens his slow eye.
Posted on: Mon, 28 Jul 2014 12:16:48 +0000