Under a Rock in the Bay of Naples

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When I meet Hypselodorus:

Sultry, evening, sundown.

Ravishing, blonde, high heeled, vulgar—

Smokes, giggles

Is terrified.

Glides through the night to forage.

I’m your siren. Hypselodorus. To remind you of

Your veliger days.

Are you still there, Anton?

Why are you with me here tonight?

I’m everywhere…

Tonight, tomorrow, through history.

Silence, poverty, mystery;

Give me something to believe in,

Anton.

Something.