by Sonja Nitschke
Some neckties are handsome black silk an' other times they're made of hemp.
Mine is yellow an' golden an' made of sand. On the horizon, I see the Jolly Roger grinnin' with bleached teeth and drawn cutlasses.
Soon, the tide'll drag me to the Locker.
Already, the salt's burnin' me tongue and I'm breathin' water.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
A Formal Event
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