Words You Said

True sort of hollowness: shells tangled

in Misery Bay’s human infected

shoreline.  The used condom

covered in algae may be someone’s

beginning, could be callous leftovers

of a date rape, under the open constellations

bouncing their radiance

through the smog of the city.  Love, as you said

it, is the empty carcass of some dead mussel.

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