Crabfat Magazine July 2018











places that you leaked out of in droplets and

then streams of warm fluid that made you

cry and cry and cry until it felt like you were a

waterfall pouring gossamer threads from clouds

like some kind of god exhausted by omnipotence–






























Careening around Potomac Crossing

with a Camel Filterless hanging from your lips

just like Tom Waits used to smoke

and besides the slit between your legs

you are just like him

smoking and drinking until conscious

is only a word you were taught once