mope springs eternal
  Jenna Jarvis

she tells me don’t
play with beach glass

so i take my rustiest
bottlecap and
dash it into
the fisheye green
of the lake

the cap
punctures that
vitreous surface


the water comes
plunking back up
gladly like
a caul

as long as i am
happy
not an angry
piss-drunk
all is well

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