Women cutting mom jeans into jorts:
First sign of summer

Moonswept summer. The others slept
Then left. The indigo halo above
The neon O of HOME DECOR
Stuttered like the scepter gripped
By the tremoring interrex. The theft
Of light, it isn't fixed, not like the constant of its speed across a vacuum. The infamous
kleptomaniac who invented the street lamp

Names blur under the surface of the sea.
Zooming in, these are only

Copyright legalities. I don’t even think
One can mention the sea without royalties

Cast into its mouth. This poem
Costs more than I have.

Let’s cast ourselves into the sea and swim
Until we give it our lives.

Let’s pay it back for everything
It gave us.



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