Five Poems

Here I have a bear

in mind: his fur-fledged face, unopposable
paws, eyes an average bedouin blue.
He how now mutters a mean thing quietly.
The mean part makes it true.

But blatant be reft, his hind be-
side me, our view averted, a crisis
below. Despair is here but I refuse to fuck
on the roof of a burning-down boat.
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