Abstract

Envying binges on unbandaged waves ‘tumultuous come,’ I'm all ‘qu'est-ce que c'est?’ when the jellyfish ride out, the brainless meninges. What remains of the rue. Like the 5-point harness on child car seats made of the same foam as life jackets, the starfish arches. What remains of the crabgrass. The life jackets made of the same foam as the bicycle helmet – qu'est-ce que c'est? – cracked in two in your hands. What remains of the butter-and-eggs. The head unscathed emerging from foam as from a shell game when a shell – qu'est-ce que c'est? – explodes. Same foam as the bicycle helmet, the car seat, the life jacket. What remains of bog sage.

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