• Trinity Test


    Eggs scrambling from the inside.
    My teeth in your cup and your teeth in mine,

    Salinated, but a sea squirming between our night lamps
    The moment we decided to give the sky a taste of rain

    For a change. And away we go . . .
    The water cycle but a suggestion nuns made

    Respectfully, for visiting schoolboys of all sizes—

    Should we roll backwards, feathers up,
    Mother, downhill, from here.


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