your treachery was not quite willful
never the less
I am impressed
with your reckless, feckless
tastelessness.
In a tumbled, humbled war
accountability is obscure.
You chose the thick one, the girl stuffed
with wheat and corn,
blondfully born; you spurned
the fish girl
hiccuping fresh pearls
and veils and bolts of mermaid revolt.
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