wasn't gonna but why not?

 

uncleat

            for Rebecca Loudon

Rebecca the dogs are dead

shrimp heads scrape against

my marble floored tomb

Artichoke blood leaks green

and mars a dish

and fish, this pungenty this

an urgency this dead this

scent of curriculum

The crystals of my vertigo

dislodge from yr atmosphere

You’ve got one circular waterway

bringing fish back to spawn

I love a thin blue light

The laughter of the unemployed

keeps me awake at night until dawn

Somewhere else it’s raining or

tide bursts high or fingers slide

into gloves and there’s a store

that stays open all night where neon

blinks red and blue

I lose the patrician –

go ahead, unsnap the Spencerian

odes and watch the wings

of your dark dictionaries

uncleat