Green World
Joanna Ruocco


—for JOANNA HOWARD

All the Swamp Priests die. I eat the Swamp Priests. I tolerate their glutens. Toothily, through mucid streams, I paddle. Slay reanimated slimes. Worship bog idol. Dive and rise, dive and rise. Midnight. It's my birthday. I am just squamous enough to be happy.







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