Today's poem is by Ann A. Philips
The Octopus Diaries
Little udder body, half dead. 5 buck from the raw bar. Brought it home
in a jar.
Soft as balls. Didn't die. Big eyes.
get out get out
get out no out
Bought a saltwater tank. Oxygen, pH, temperature, motors, the works.
It ate the crab, turned orange. Touches everything in the tank.
hard shapes not food
It remembered where I hid the oysters yesterday. Went there first.
Shell food again
push big rock
hide under rock
tide go out
He disassembled the recycling valves. Ninety gallons of water all over the
not storm smell
no pincher food
I moved the whole tank to the bathroom. Added shingle pieces. He made
eat pincher food
eat shell food
He escaped. Squeezed under the bathroom door? Found him under my bed.
no opening no opening
hide in big one
He wraps around my wrist. I put in a couple toys. Needs a real saltwater
pool. I could get 200K for the house. Enough for a beach shack.
floats up bubbles
eel creature again
soft and hard like fish
touch like female
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from A Language the Land is Inventing
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