15 November 2021
Stately, plump (without
The stately) Steve Bannon smirks
Insurrectionist
His new brand, sells coins
Of what remains of the realm
Word begins with R
Says Radhika, it’s
Getting reputation back,
Not reparations
I say when we said
You trill your r’s in Spanish
She trilled every sound
Sold toilet paper
Like old lady at the door
Someone returned cents
To me, and I walked
Table to table, my act
Of restitution
To who’d played the game
Imagine boundaries dissolve
That you are carried
Safe inside a cage
Shark’s face like a French cartoon
For a gallic nose
Prose is noisier
Than this more externalized
Time for plumb da depths
The haiku’s a net
Flicks her wrist and it lands, graph-
ing turquoise ocean
As if, organize
Your thoughts in salt squares, fluid
Riotous remnants
Account for us, the
Dying octopus sheds skin
Saddest scene I read
Species siblings wept
Their salted tears redundant
Beget the ocean
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