two eyes bobbing

two eyes bobbing on the great salt sea, the great salt sea lapping infinitely out to the end of the horizon. maybe there is a dock with two little feet swinging, a line cast, hopeful into the blue waiting to catch an iris or two then cast back, free to bob again, lone lookers quenchedContinue reading “two eyes bobbing”

Two Drowned Women Walk Into A Bar

one,still freshly dripping. salt cuts the lines under eyes/over glued lashes, now drooping, now laden with crystalline ending. “that sucked,” says the younger, “what an awful way to die.” “Could it be worse?” says the older while taking a seat at the bar. the tender wipes down his glasses, looks hard, indifferent — the womenContinue reading “Two Drowned Women Walk Into A Bar”