Sedna (fallen woman)
The sea-whore didn’t care a whit
About universal rules of grammar
Staring up from under the ice
Silver bodice, eyes bugged north
The old ones knew her, or of her.
The others called out for their mothers.
“…the size of Manhattan”
Goes the story, goes many.
90 percent lurking beneath the waves
Was this forecast in the hearings?
Was this prophesied in the stories?
We considered it all melted, now this.
Crushing on a drill bit,
How much do I owe her?
For these nights of regret.
Where once was cold
Now lies only blame.
Twitch nervously into the blue sleep,
My Girlfriend Experience.
For it might be our last.
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