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Patrick Culliton

from My Book Report on the Afterlife


I’m just trying to be thirty-two
on a humid as dicks Wednesday.

Learn how to pronounce
spaghetti already,

kids on springing seahorses.
Pop them water wings and swim

out to wrecked lagoon.
We have a letdown for you.

It begins in the eels.
It begins in the musk

wet docks cough up.
You say sliver I say splinter

we all say bonesad
waking into a slow box fan.