Despite all the talk
of gullibility, I've never seen anyone
in the process of being gulled
you think
this meal's for the birds, it's got
sand in it. And "clam sauce" as a euphemism
stinks. But
as long as we're dying of thirst
like we've always been
too much in the sun of each other's
bitching, incessantly and not cocky
enough anymore
to block, or maybe
way past the point
of having to learn anymore
to like it
suddenly
to discover the saltiness
has miraculously gotten lost
or drowned
in the sea of our tears.
Unbelievably, suddenly
fresh and so sweet
we dive in, and deep -
drinking it down.
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