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Alligator Point Is the Point In Which Points Are Passed
Let's wade out into vasty deep mud thunk
out past that easy silt where sand dollars so teem plenty
that only a nudge of toe beneath
betrays one round scratchy echinoderm
after another
beyond that bar
water
shivers under and footing troubles the flimsy out where
suspend balloons
beneath so that
some bodies' weight no longer weighs some
and we do not even need
to forget a shore or dash mark to return to
in this way all directions
fractured cone spread sun
our skin aglint let us broad heavy salt
detoxify cells and
cleartouch
the red agape on outer thigh
let's seal float both
out
past the dominion of sight
a ways where indeterminate we can light up on the line
A Cowboy Hat in the Abdomen
I seek to meet iron glove
to iron glove, bright ping
of steel. Got some hearth and two lips
pine trees thin as
my wrist. Won't you
tulip turn me. Outside
taut, I can still get a mare
and her foal to traipse
to a gate if I click tongue
against teeth. If I bend
my voice under, call to you in same
will your animal rise
on hoove will the horse in you.
Wait, I don't mean
want succumb I don't mean
come when I call.