I Run Off With a Daughter
Coming across The Keys, the whole world seamed, gray to gray.
Sky stitched to water, water to sky,
we float safe in no-man’s land.
Lose myself in mangroves, roots
like mutable bridges leading nowhere.
Stopped at tree farm, heading home,
seed pods looking like monkey faces,
long pods blood-red, hanging
from a fruit like loosed tongues.
Easy to see how everything relates—
DNA similar down to yeast cells
Yet, they tell me the pythons
like angry cousins kill,
;
crocodiles in the Everglades,
hard to know whose side to take
in this case. The glass-bottom boat
we rode hits bottom,
And we go home. I lose sleep in his shirts,
empty sleeves like poles rowing,
closet-hangar oars.
Merrell and Florsheim like fish swimming
underneath. In the dream,
last night, someone yelling:
Watch out for the boat!
Woke too late in the mirror to care.