From: (N. J. Puckett)
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
Subject: Half-Deep
Date: 01 Dec 1997 15:05:40 -0500
Organization: Screaming Lizard Propulsion Systems
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The thousand improbabilities of my body
Break against my waist like the surf.
Salt-wet hair torn animate
Waves to mock the wind.
Slow stride in a current,
Another, another.  My feet
Are blind eyes, brushing
Fiddler crabs, stingrays, jellyfish.
I glance down.

I look up.

S. B. Puckett                                                twice on the pipe