MONSTRO

IAN C. WILLIAMS

 
 

               Giant mouths rivet this ocean moon
                             in stitches and here we are
                                                    in the yolk—
 
                                      gulls against the sun
         consumed in its hungry glow. Headfirst
 
                                        I dived into a bottle
                     of ink. Liquid blackboard waves
                                       beat heavy against—
 
                               I’m trapped in my ribcage
                             groundwater wets the dirt,
                                                              looses
 
                                                                          the mile-long shark.

 

 
 

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