Sometimes my panties smell like the sea,
specifically like salad shrimp. The best
small variety is fresh from Oregon,
but the larger Canadian salad shrimp,
when you can get it, is fantastic!
So like I said, my panties—is it the
primordial soup, that we all came
from, dripping out a smidgen at a time,
reminding me that something ancient
wants out, wants to crawl on its front legs,
dragging its fishtail behind it, looking left,
then right, thinking: what the hell
happened here?