My arms want to be bubble wrapped
And shipped to a friend
Just for a break, just for
A joke. The ribbed back
Of my La-Z-Boy is labial
In its pulsing, parrots bobbing
Over a seaside sunset.
They say if the red eye of Jupiter
Were on earth, there’d be no Miami.
How could a destination unravel
So easily? So damned credibly?
Look at all the overturned boat hulls
Bobbing in the surf.
So much packaging.
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