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,
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.