I have become
a caricature
of all the people
my mama told me
were wicked

day drinking
at the edge
of the world

putting
on a smile
for a few
extra dollars

until I'm
wallpapering
the living room
with them

suspended
above the
horizon
by the noose
I myself
have made
of beach vibes
and mistaken
identity

drag me
out to sea
and scare
the masses
with me

we can stay
the old men
or we can be
the sea

and toss
these chains
with the anchor