when the pilot lies
The whale jaw was a conundrumafter a while we couldn’t sleepbeyond the growth of kelp elmthose days we wore green, killedtime by the front windows, lungsweren’t visible yet, the flesh stillconnected to the body, grapefruiteyes missing, nights you went withyour raw thigh wound bandagedtight in the forehead from a lanternof a headache, you bit your lipsand cursed the town for… Read more →