J.C. Mari resides in Florida. He’s the author of the poetry collection the sun sets like faces fade right before you pass out.
in the water like the million tongues
of a million dogs licking and lapping,
in the Christ-like water
like being asleep at noon
on good friday
of the fish your father fried,
deep in the water
of transparent goddesses
of half-forgotten summer
into a kind
madman’s black and yellow sky
where sunflowers open, fly themselves
into the songbirds of your night.