As a child, I spent hours in the tub

playing with dinosaurs, imagining

them swimming to islands without

There were so many of them. For a second, one was isolated above Gil, as if frozen in the air, near enough for him to study. That’s when Gil came to the realization.

Somewhere in the alcoves a man is faint,

The set-up has cruised him through the seats,

The punchline peeled sense until the pulp of his brain,