we're going down

full moon shimmering on the sea

the cat tried to get the calamari

served up feta and melon slices

left to nothing but our devices

they built a mosque on top of the ruins

grown men shoot guns at balloons

prayer rings out on the patio

time is an ocean 'cause it ebbs and flows

tiles, so Byzantine

Medusa's head is green

sailboats rock on the choppy waves

eggplant salad is what we taste

our life stories in the coffee grounds

things are looking up, but we're going down

in the final days of democracy

I'm swimming with a dog named Lucy

(a spa service to soothe anxiety)

we're locked down, fucked, and we'll do it again

we're going down

tiles, so Byzantine

Medusa's head is green