Hydroplaning
down the Palisades
Interstate Parkway
while watchlisted in
the wild gin wasteland
but grateful
for
the growls
from widespread eyes
dry
South African
wine
that little fox
nestled between
unlikely crevices
crawling out
before sunrise
to tend to her kits
and friends
who love enough
to refrain
from party invitations
laced with cocaine.
The best defense
is a good offense.
The best penance
is this sentence.
It must feel so lonely
being on top.
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