T. Naught
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good morning, y’all.

the convention, when your vessel is adrift
miles from land but your radio still powered:
suggest urgently to everyone
within electromagnetic earshot
that it is the first of may:
mayday, mayday,
come, please
dance around this pole
we are circling
— why?

jk, mes amis. je sais.
07:03 AM - May 01, 2024
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