Send the fat and the acid down to the sea. The buried thief, beating my back, wanting out. The slap of thick sharp grass. Arriving through the hole, uneaten cow. I taste their spit and savor it.
Every town grows bottom weeds.
From the Trinity flats to the rotten Pearl. I steal from college mothers, money from blood. Dropped in the weeds by illegal birds. Another dot against the flooded field. Bottle in reach, I wash down the chalk.