appealing

The Maynard
Spring 2018

Joseph Spece
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Sea Room / The Adrift

—Remotest my

remotest

grisly frost

seen like a spar de rigueur      /

The wakes are tropic green
while all the sea creatures
spin their cylinder teeth

Were I every bloated fern dropped from her planter & slotted Click

into the ocean’s embrasure I would get there soon

splayed like a long salt fingers on shores of my grisly frost

Measurable—a real toponym—

How can I wait
How long can I wait