After I left Tom, I rented a house next to a cemetery. My mother offered to help me move. Standing in the gravel lot where I parked my car, she regarded the one-story clapboard partially hidden in ... [+]
There is a place by the ocean, a burial site for flesh and steel beasts where mast meets cross and mermaid bowsprit conspires with moss-choked stone angel. The insects falter in their primordial dance,missteps of appendagesand antennae.They nibble on salt-corroded metaland nestle in rot-sweet chest cavities.And there, below the ground,paying the baffled insects no mind,the ship and human boneswaltz on.