from our new issue . . .


FISHWYFE

BY MARIE-CAROLINE MOIR

That notion, sweetheart, ocean eyes,
is an assload of mawkish bunk.

What we got here are fathomless shallows,
legions of ‘em.
Jacques’s five-fingered special: rien.
The Cousteau cop-a-feel: merde, le même histoire.

Here’s nothing but the salty truth:

Every disease ends in yellow.

&

There ain’t a bone in this port
big enough for my wishing.

What a drag-ola my empty net;
there’s nothing here I can’t resist.

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