One day back,
I was feeling procedural.
Appearing on the beach,
a tattered dining table, mismatched chairs,
three refrigerators, a Bestiary of the Household.
Industrial, aquacultural, and wild.
On the surface, at a distance,
red devil ducks and running shoes tangled a ghost
net of fiery pink plastic, leftovers of our disappearing astrology and the most hygienic childhood.
Minutes later, word came:
Geronimo was dead. His bundled body, suspended
for a moment on the free surface of the ocean,
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One Night/Hedges and Dead End, from the series Local Programs; remnants from 1970s TV Guides and scotch tape; 2012.
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