predator

i am
a predator
beside a frozen lake
masquerading as an ocean
[we are all so phony]
slinking up to frozen fingers of light
lips licked in luscious anticipation

one ship one mile out is
my only witness
and it is too frozen in place
to stop me, or care.

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