Big Enough to Step Inside

Naples Years

Don’t      you                    touch to click

on                        Land  belongs  to  no   one                Butter  all  around  my  necessity

to forget         Jaw crickets                  fluorescent               Sunshine rising thru the

carpet               loaded  shoe of my         apocalypse               it’s my job to keep the peace

Shotgun  alligator riding through the storm         yelling     FLORIDA is for LOVERS                 where

boys wrestle in full suits        Canine               teeth    masked          in low level swim

pools            I’m           waving  my  bobble  hips          chewing                                             dust


and                                                    sand

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