Story Booth Fall 21, Winter 22, number 49

Everything everything
in the deep loins
of the belly-up Earth
I saw a fish with a tail
flapping not so sober
in Salamander Creek on Sunday
damn thing couldn’t talk
and neither can I
Everything everything
in the deep loins
of the belly-up Earth
I saw a fish with a tail
flapping not so sober
in Salamander Creek on Sunday
damn thing couldn’t talk
and neither can I