EAR
WAY IN HAY THE UHNEE MAY
The Money was
hovering over us in a gelatinous spaceship
made of pink light—a
jellyfishesque dry ice carnival ride
blaring Foghat.
Its uncanny feathered edges called to us,
"Pole vault into
my humming-throbbing, kids!" We were
(sobbing? no,
not yet) dazzled by the fish, large as cattle cars,
swimming inside
it: clown fish, angel fish, electric eels…
"It done eht up
every kind of thing and got bigger at it!"
marveled ma, moments
before she began speaking in tongues—
the briney green
tongue of swine—and got beamed up into it.
This is her collection
of California maps. Note how on each,
she made an X
by the sea.
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