orlando bloom

where would i be without florida at

a houston’s in fort lauderdale twisting 

heads off spiny 

lobsters discovering my sexuality

in people 

magazines asking questions

are flamingos 

real is swimming in a sunshower

are nightfuls of crocodile 

leather iguanas on red tile

it’s alligators

stupid iguanas ride elevators

in the sawgrass 

mills mall half price tuesdays

half pepperoni at the rainforest

cafe when i grow up

i’ll have a wet bed

covered in bananas

lost at the flea market

in a bedazzled sea of black

dungarees riding the go karts

in publix grabbing every coupon

taking the 3 hour tour 

getting lost in tv land

with a half gallon of breyer’s

a sunburn that peels pink

as coconut scent

soap in the toilet

of a jai alai gambling

facility it's easy

as a cupped hand

empty as a pelican’s bill