Alligator Coo

by Steven J. Serafiani

I am a caricature of what my
parents wanted
me to be,
I know this.
In shadow of Baltusrol, stones throw urges
move to marshland; a sea level
gavel. Clack.
an alligator coo recital, what am
I made of? Just six elements,

the big condescending bartender remarks.
Easy on me, I was
once a sensitive boy.

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