Sandra Simonds/The Tar Pit Diatoms/1


A manatee on marionette strings
falls through said acrobat’s safety net
down Spider Web Wood’s quintuplets
ruffles Easter in that one-
hundred degree red pond’s
shoreline (she’s still
derring-do doe
deranging
the go)
what













                              with the rivers and a clumsy lemon
                              not like huck’s wheat retarded handshake
                              prepubescent south wing. “it’s my
                              manor of speech.” limit-case
                              antebellum’s ribcage
                              (he was too sunny)
                              god’s cane tip made
                              of a bit
                              of elk
                              horn


 
 
 
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