If you
thirst—if you're
fresh—you can
try
to give guff-
enough
to crack
and
drink-
from those
occasional
harsh and
occluding damn
rocks—the ones
that some tend
to
call punctuation
marks.
Or else,
maybe take a straw
to these—
wide
and whirling
gulfs of ambiguous
white
mist
between
text.
Me?—I'd sooner
drown! All salty
up-
right
and reticent—
to say any
more
than I
absolutely—motherfucking
meant.
