“Deal of the Week” is an updated take on the horoscope column. Bad advice, worse poetry, every Monday.
Flay and fare the marriage of the sky and sea, middling of the currents and the layers in the mud; oily rock salt ocean blasts itself apart in necessary entropy. It is always like this. Random flankings out of everywhere stay and mill about to assist in chaos. Undo yourself unwell and wildly so; feather your footsteps under and above. Count a different amount of beads each time on trickster’s abacus, but his secret is not that they are all the same.