We were drinking
sparking water
S. Pellegrino
“What’s the ‘S’
stand for?” she asked
“Steve,” I said
& the fog
was rolling in
it rose from the
beach like Godzilla
& slowly
lumbered up Ocean
Street very
deliberate
purposeful I
thought yet mysterious
& damp I
needed a shave
my sneakers were
full of sand
the palm trees
threw down shadows
the color of
Guatemalan jade
We were called
here to judge the pageant
although we know
nothing of these things
of the two I
suppose I’d choose the darker
more obscure
version as it provides the
imagination with
ample room for error
as if one were
to read only the footnotes in
Ovid’s Metamorphoses
cross-referenced
w/the way you look tonight
