she leans close and asks
do I have a girlfriend
she reaches up my sleeve
feels my bicep like it is
a tulip swelling
a phallic cipher
I'm only here for the beer
says her grinning boyfriend
they want me to go home with them
the engine whines then breaks
we drift
it's sunny and the sea shines
I enter the sea
spin the propeller
both ways
it's not stuck
but something is wrong
we're just like that around here
she says
you can't buy a drink
outside in the broken glass and blood
little things crawling
not insects or mice
little things
looking up asking
the Fleetwood lifeboat tows us in
along the buoyed channel
all of this is lost in the static
we were somewhere North West of the perch
280 degrees off the West Cardinal drifting
in shallow water without personal power
when the Vampire struck
it took two of us off before we realised
you want to know truth
ask a traffic light
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