A sign painted dead whale
Take a closer look:
the water is filthymom
The water is filth.
Smells more like roadkill than fishgut
and no one carries a gun
not the cops or anyone.
They eat sharks that swim
then sink like a stone at the mention
of your swing set disappearance
and reappearance as driver
of the all-girls’ ice-cream truck
bracelets on all of their legs.
We get to know each other
in strange ways these days.
I’ve got nine Barbies and you can bring Han Solo
and things will get good.
I might wet the bed
but a good friend would never
would just brush the crumbs out of the sheets.