we share the same silence
we breathe the same air
the same salt water air
that adds depth to our hair
when I stand too fast
these flashes
like camera bulbs smash
floating asterisks
butterfly
so I stumble by, high
dehydrated
my visions of the fourth of July
defy the matrix
my facelift reenters the room,
sitting next to you
when I finally notice the exit wound,
dinner plate size
when I break, I shake fists at the sky.
release the die
release one more war
give me snake eyes…
we slither and slide by
I wake to see you, sitting sly
both eyes off to the side
so I see that you see me
so back by the sea, we
wrapped up in seaweed
essentially, creatures…
similar features
but neither get too deep to see
that we are both I-
but neither are free
we are blind
we have crawled from the sea…
possibly.
regardless, I love to eat lobster meat.