in my alligator hand
Cottonmouth, Yellowback,
all I know is it's mine
from the black beady eyes
boring into my own.
Artificial Artic cold, close
to dolphins in a tank,
Back and forth, audible
thunk of bottlenose on glass,
thundering applause
college basketball on roller skates.
That's the pacing of my dreams,
so it best I don't follow them.
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