anna marie blew her head off
like a submarine pickle in a goldfish bowl
trawling the gravel for bits of glass
when she casually doffed a sausage seaslug
aside its slimy foothold
and offered consolations in a language
hitherto unknown
like a submarine pickle in a goldfish bowl
trawling the gravel for bits of glass
when she casually doffed a sausage seaslug
aside its slimy foothold
and offered consolations in a language
hitherto unknown
why does this go kaboom in me? because i know an anne marie and because the image of the exploding pickle seems so imminent in her life? i don't know, but i am hopeful.
ReplyDeletethe hitherto unknown language i crave, as well.
xo
erin
exploding pickle! there's a mental image ripe for the picking
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