MH Rowe

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SEA DARK

Get on the plane without your wife. You know what that means right. Fizzling homing devices course correct, and our internal curtain rods regulate light intake. Unzip water to find more sea dark. It was a built-for-two threesome: We You and I mistook each other for each other. I know we can be king and queen but especially you. You can be king and queen. Right now in this poem I want you to get left. Just go out and get left. I’m going to boil these grieving sea creatures with too many eyes. Put me who won’t stop talking in the briefing room to make me briefer. Hideous are the swims. Hideous are the swims in the good times furnace full of the sea where I threw me and the sea just to throw me and the sea. I have sea dark, dear sea dark. Don’t be a marriage counselor. It pisses me off.

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SEA DARK

Panic is a kind of tourism of the feelings. Got sea dark luggage. Got carry on sea dark. Got seatbelts, that’s sea dark. Sea dark crawls from the ocean abyss below the ocean below us. Panic is a kind of tourism of all the feelings. I just show up unannounced on the observation deck. The air has the clarity of a snake’s eye. A little of the sea dark sloshes out of me and stains a child’s hair the color of videotape. The earth crawls out of everywhere. I have never seen that much sea dark, dear sea dark. I’m standing on the observation deck staring at the earth coming out of the earth. Panic is a kind of tourism of the feelings. And for those of you on the left side of the plane: we are flying over more uncontrollable feelings. I’m an envelope with me in it. I took all the air in the house and dragged it into the wet yard. I looked at the air because it’s pure sea dark but I can still breathe it. How much breathing is required to live on this ball of continents and smoky lice. This is such a beautiful patio, Allison.

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SEA DARK

This poem is dedicated to people who believe I can save my own life. The citalopram is the spine of a tiny skeleton in my jetstream. As the coffin breaks apart, I can feel the healing or heal the feeling. It feels like grief. It feels silly. I am the plane of sea dark you never thought to ask, Hey are you okay. I am okay, yes. I am not a plane of sea dark, though, thank you. When you look at me I hope you see a person who hates Gatorade. The world is gift wrapped with tidal waves. I had a dream where someone called me Mike. That has never happened before. I love everybody I’ve ever met. Except Tom, because Tom has insight into the human mind.

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