Dark Water Tanka (redux)
Lower the lifeboats—
We tread nose-deep in the plague—
Lifelines beyond us.
We roil dark water and sink.
The mermaids sing for no one.
What I’m Reading:
“To call your father and say, I’d forgotten how nice everyone in these red states can be
To hear him say, Yes, as long as you don’t move in next door”
— Solmaz Sharif / “The Master’s House”
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