“Drowned Scavengers”
Lick a lot of fences we paint
in the underwater shipyard,
scraps of silk and cashmere
where the flammable blindfold
meets the underwater sun
you worked until the clock dropped back
behind your bed and sleepy-headed
treats at the end of spears
to tempt the fish
whose life you gave me
the blindfolds sweaty
werewolf hands
the chokehold backlit by Ferris wheels.
nicholauspatnaude 