in 500’ high tides,
or so it is
told in the stories
passed down from stoat
to manatee, where legend
and anti-legend collide.
Meanwhile,
during a game of
Russian Roulette, the players
, having mistakenly switched dum-dums
brand lollipops for an
incontinent mountain gorilla, unanimously
missed themselves, instead hitting
Orson Bean’s velvet portrait
which aged, instead of
pivoted, across the vast
eons of time immemorial,
just as Samantha predicted.
“Sammy,” as her friends
never called her, uncharacteristically
asked all of her