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Tastes like hot pink — the clink of jade in oil can.
What I’m seeing when I’m not seeing good: anaconda
seaweed, slurping up the U-boats.
Assassin beach — uneven tans. Black on sticky cream.
Goes like this: they cat-slink off the dock, all leg, into my leg,
crawling ricey bullets up the calf. How can you not feel that?
The chunkiness — must be a spoon — military issue — to stir
a clot. Pour it over toast back on the boat, with friends. They
made the jade go pile itself — I swear it — into strawberry milk.