THIS IS THE MANATEE MOMENT.
LET ME FLOAT ON DIAGNOSES,
EIGHT HOURS IN YOUR DESPERATE PORT.
WHAT WAS MY HISTORY AGAIN?
LET ME FLOAT ON DIAGNOSES.
A HOLLOW LEG FOR AN OCEAN.
WHAT WAS MY HISTORY AGAIN?
A SALTWATER BIRTH OF NOTHING.
A HOLLOW LEG FOR AN OCEAN.
EIGHT HOURS AND NOTHING DELIVERED.
A SALTWATER BIRTH OF NOTHING,
LEGS SQUEEZED LIKE MAKING ORANGE JUICE.
EIGHT HOURS AND NOTHING DELIVERED,
THE CARGO THAT GOES UNLOADED.
LEGS SQUEEZED LIKE MAKING ORANGE JUICE,
BEACHED ON THE WAVES OF INNER TIDES.
THE CARGO THAT GOES UNLOADED,
WATERLOGGED ANTI-DÉNOUEMENTS,
BEACHED ON THE WAVES OF INNER TIDES.
I GAVE ORAL BIRTH THIS MORNING.
WATERLOGGED ANTI-DÉNOUEMENTS:
CLIMB THE STAIRS LIKE FISH GROWING LEGS.
I GAVE ORAL BIRTH THIS MORNING;
IT RESEMBLED FRESH ORANGE JUICE.
2010 Bruce V. Bracken
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