post argument, i am beside the aquarium dividing my attention between the brine shrimp and spate of old photographs, finding after all these years evidence of my chin's particular wisdom - as the barometer of my cool, as predictor of relationships soon to be shipwrecked, as knowing dolt of the bald terror skating around my pelvis. meanwhile, everything carries with it a whiff of the apocalypse & sea monkey babes are suspended in their slick of albumen and the cryogenic starfish counts down the minutes until sticky light dashes into its gill nodes. And behind my eyes - a pair of webbed feet & legs escaping a half-revealed hunch, behind a tripod, all fiery in the atmosphere.
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