1. Octopuses have nine brains.
Me? I wouldn’t want so many organs with which to overthink and fly into hysterics. You always ran from those—took the car and left me alone for hours, sometimes... [+]
There is a place by the ocean,
a burial site for flesh and steel
where mast meets cross
and mermaid bowsprit conspires
with moss-choked stone angel.
The insects falter in their
missteps of appendages
They nibble on salt-corroded metal
and nestle in rot-sweet chest cavities.
And there, below the ground,
paying the baffled insects no mind,
the ship and human bones