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A Triangle of Palm Fronds

by: Maria Teutsch

A colony of souls
awaken
to a murder of crows fighting over coconuts.
Boats waffle blue waves.
Signs say:
Noel Coward fucked in this hotel.
And white sheets froth the bed.
Somerset Maugham
masturbated
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