Salving the Tidewrack
How to carve a driftwood lover: Begin
by conjuring contours and proportions.
Find a blank that speaks promise and between
from among the other tangled flotsam
populating the low tide line.
Prepare
guide points: cheekbones, eyes, nose, mouth, and hairlines.
Do not cry yet.
Ensure your blade is sharp
enough to get to the heart of the crimes
you each will commit against the other.
Use your template to shave the slivered lack
toward your projections.
There’ll be no buffer
to spare the entry point; you’ll have to look.
Tips and Warnings: Keep the blade of your knife
at a safe angle.
Hold it in your mind.
The Marketplace of Ideals
I dreamed you had been reduced to hawking
trinkets, an image plastered to product
placement in shop windows and store shelves.
Talk,
they said, and you spoke, at a profit.
I could not wake, Moon, and saw you selling
beer, your likeness mass-produced on moisture-
resistant cardboard.
Your cerulean
rarely so blue and never so clear.
What’s worse, in the name of security,
they constructed a banner, with you dead-
center as the mark of authority
flapping stitch-born and manufactured.
Oh, Moon, in this nightmare I was consumed,
and you, you were a celestial costume.
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