Peaches

The problem with words now is that they don’t
break open the way I broke open,

they can’t hold or move or bend unless
I am standing knee-deep in the ocean and I am


almost never standing in the ocean,
not that way, not anymore. I would buy


two Moscow mules and walk toward the waves,
pour one into the blue mouth
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