Marvel, sunny.
It is a bicuspid war, and a toes war,
Nothing less.
It is not here, however--not on this particular shore--
Has been declared with pawing paws,
Is in all
A virginity war.
Go between the letters, seas, the phone calls
And the utter lack of yesses.
Run, if you must: For Shit's sake crawl!
Go to maybe, now, with eyelashes
To fend off the marvelous sunny tresses!
Every restless thing is a vessel, a home--
A fortress to patrol for a
Hat to fall.
