bronze pour on the floating foundry tonight. the ingots were slow to melt.
my sculpey skull's jaw burnt brown as it hardened on the furnace, the thicker
orbits remained white. trash floated off the starboard bow, not far from where
the lost vessel used to dock. the sailboat "Inheritance" came up close, curious
couple aboard peering through open cardeck double doors. it's light late but dark
before you know it, the way metal goes from solid to liquid when no one's looking,
then freezes in packed-sand mold as words empty from our mouths and dissolve.