Seventh Day Poem

Happy stinking resolution

ever after AL losers

Scaredy-cats chortle at water

(can’t drown crawdads ‘cept in butter)

Muggy LA air seeps North

and water freakt with jet

engine juice blossoms in quick

real time. Oil thick as blood-

suckers and skeeters

with long noses swab

their spit to ease the sting.

We need a blood meal to reproduce

and yours tastes better.

Can’t scratch silver dollar bites,

Can’t bite back;

Can’t back blood suckers,

Can’t suck ‘em off.

But we don’t process negatives.

We will:

Give our hair, our air,

Our money and our pelicans

—No, not the pelicans—

but hay, why not?

And giant cotton maxi pads

and a huge catheter because

this isn’t sexy.

Shhhh.*

Can’t feel

anything

because everything

’s so far

a-

way

right

now.

*It stings then

your eyelids start feeling

waits then your arm is so heavy

you laugh because you can’t

lift it then legs next then stairs

and counting ten nine eight

down to one then zero is actually a

door you open then you’re flying

or floating on an inky black sea

I think. Water scares me

but I like driving.