Remaining in place near the punchbowl. Was that what you thought: dorsal fins in large numbers, beneath their rubbery spouts. In your black gloved grasp,
Maybelline and half a pack.
I can’t wait much longer, for a half note’s probing, I hate holding my
breath.
Michael Igoe, city boy, neurodiverse, numerous works appear in journals and anthologies (@amazon.com, lulu.com, barnesandnoble.com) online and print. Recent: amphibianlit.com, alternateroute.org, Spare Change News (Cambridge MA). National Library of Poetry Editor’s Choice Award 1997. Twitter: MichaelIgoe5 Website poetry-in-motion.org