2024-04-05 - 1:14 p.m.
In the salty pharmacy
liquid flowing form
eternal maternal rhythmic
even if Gal Gadot were sitting on my face
I would heft her
by cleave of buttock
to crane my neck
and check the surf forecast
What is this thing?
Surf dreams every night for months
Cliffs where no cliffs should be
There's fear and excitement churning
in the dark places
in between the sets
