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ROB MACDONALD APALACHICOLA The speedboat dragging forty-two waterproof chainsaws destroys everything in its wake. After the nightmare ends, the non-nightmare speedboat has a name like Destroyer of Everything in its Wake painstakingly painted in gold flake, Arial Narrow with fuck-all-y’all kerning. MAGENTA SONG FOR D. BOON TO SING You and your new business partner, arm in arm, late afternoon in Tulum, right at home. Sand, a sort of melting consecration in bloom— not just plastic bottle caps, but O, familiar brand, the real thing, the classic— indebted, ascetic, in genuflection. Admit it, some credit for this magenta sunset does belong to Chevron. |