The Elephants

We did day trips out to Passages when we were in the Caymans,
But it didn’t stick, I guess I’d say? We’d have a vodka and Lipton
Then drive away. They claim that tea was gifted to man by

The Goddess Minerva, an old hag goddess with a face of lava,
Filling up the outdoor bathtub and staring angrily at the sky.
My killer neighbors...are starting to get sloppy.
They’re air-drying shirts with prominent hole patterns in the back
On the wash-line, it’s some presentation. I’m stomping around

So hard the whole train community can hear it,

Vintage cheerleaders pour out of the fissures in the wrecked station walls.
All I’ve got is my M-84, a vodka box full of ash grenades, and Dad’s friends.
My little breasts are pointing pathetically outward. They make zero sense.
We went with the kinetic zirconia – it just sounded better, I thought.

Well. I thought terrible.