I Know When My Mind Ain't Right
by David Samuel Thomas

    rolling in sunrise shore sand--
    a drunk merman
    suffocating on the beach.

    Waves hush anxiety.
    An early morning jogger
    her golden retriever.

    I  giggle--
    the sniffing dog nose
    tickles my flesh.

    I wake
    when something warm
    bathes my back.

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