survivor

Like it’s 2005, never
watched. Or saw who
or in what island we voted
on, or if it was just easier.
or if it was to just to show
off how well we could finally
render water and glass.
A fantasy of the tropics
rolling, rolling on the edge
of a dense star’s accretion
disk, there: balatik
and moroporo, which means
it’s time
to fish or gather
ourselves. Here we are. We
are here, behind
heat and water
behind constellations.
No place, no sea