My dolphin eats glitter for breakfast. The jeweller’s hammer of her sonar chirps chunks off the cubic zirconia of my hard-on for her. My dolphin wolfs glitter off A-list stars …

10-cane rum and I’m all sun inside. Children in shrink-wrap-tight swimsuits. Cigar boats burning by. Our aluminum’s hoist-high in dry-dock, tonsilled in the mouth of the boathouse, its conked outboard …