ode to delaware
foul smell wrapped in flowery antique lace
historic historic historic river
made of endocrine disruptors

fuck it...

you can't swim in a river made of money
founded in gunpowder
they say you can't i don't know why

when the fishies seem fine

but it's all a lie

when we grew up we knew we had to leave and leave we did
catch and release
and each time we get caught we scream to ourselves who forgot
jesus christ there are some

who will die when they bake too long