DETACHED
paul weinman
Tide-time brought dead monkeys
rolling piles of hairy tails flopping
slapping at the frothy sand.
My parents wedding photo
was among that debris. Eyes
searching from within darkening wet.
I got naked and writhed
grabbed a monkey with my teeth
tried to thrash it, bash it
but choked on clutches of hair
that ripped from decaying flesh.
My screams were clogged by prophylactics
a glut of sloppy condoms, that later
had to be peeled from my dried skin.
