later, they planted their feet
in water.
she turned to him, and said “i won’t run far”
he lobbed a coconut into her hair
like a baby monitor.
the sun set and put the ocean on fire.
he was worried for her safety.
he held a coconut to his mouth
hoping it was god’s ear.
certain things square off
at a great distance,
somewhere something is crying.
it is most likely a seagull.
‘marilyn,’ he told the coconut,
‘tonight there will be bingo.
promptly at 7.’
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