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Kevin McLellan

untitled

not sure. the sun. but we knew.

the afternoons became burdens.

something to throw away late

at night. along with certain

perishables. under the yellowing

light the pickle jar. then morning

peeled peaches. then a still

afternoon.

After Phosphorescence

A smack of jellyfish gelatinizes

the beach: man-o-war


blue bottles pop from hot

sand: tide churns these alien


bodies: we wonder why we

gather and destruct

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