© Marie Marshall.
You’ll meet Mr Coelacanth in I am not a fish.
haha…maybe he’s not quite sure himself…
He’s actually in denial. 🙂
He is a squirrel. Roadkill to be 🙂
Or a rat with good PR.
Rumor has it that in a few thousand years of adaptation and evolution, Mr. C. could become a water fowl. Today I saw a raven in the parking lot and I heard “Quoth the Raven, ,french fry on the ground” I could be wrong on the Coelacanth thing… maybe….
No need to be Poe-faced.
Oh the last line made me laugh aloud…as always you write so creatively…love these.
My work here is done. Again.
a gruesome scene made into a dance,
a legend you keep creating.
i just learned a new word so like a pair of new shoes,
it’s not a limb yet,
but with mr. kickapoo, cossack, and soon mr. coelacanth,
and all its everywhere, there’s verisimilitude..that’s the new word.
it’s in the universe you roll out a mirror.
What I create are simulacra – copies without any original…
i was close;
maybe two knots and a shakra away,
with the source still rippling.
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