A Triangle of Palm Fronds
A colony of souls
to a murder of crows fighting over coconuts.
Boats waffle blue waves.
Noel Coward fucked in this hotel.
And white sheets froth the bed.
here to the batik face of Gauguin.
You use a straw as a snorkel
to navigate the day—
A cruise ship cuts through the champagne cake
but this is the year of no cake,
only salt and
the one tooth left a ravenous dog.
Come, dogs, a triangle of palm fronds
in the window
means it is morning