I coat my mouth
with the tingles of vinegar
and sea salt phrases.
Reflections choke the larynx,
and though lukewarm water
will relax the tension,
it is tepid.
I spent last night floating
in a creek, and my skin
was crisp, my mind
swimming downstream
like a disentangled
intestine: I must flay
my tongue and mount
a peak that looks
to the sea,
exhale
until it rains,
and wet
someone's Crab Benedict
so that it festers.
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