mmmcxliii

Otters,

of which,
except for
you, I don't
know much,

but I can learn,

and I see your
dimly lit
pair of gray-haired
eyeballs

nestled just atop
the spindrift,

the spume,

really,

that lies
just beneath the fog-crack
that whistles over the surface

of the spooky-lit over-
motored hot tub
we are sitting in.

Yes, it's just me

and you.

And your
pretty eye

sockets

floating in front of me

whilst I soak.

(You see,

science,

and all things modern

and postmodern,

had yet to catch up

with us.  But soon....

Soon.)....