it’s for ships (rite)

Every time I work it out,

I feel compelled to

cargo-load

—those box cars get me every time–

mistaking suitcases

for refrigerators

and pinching

inches of fitness

that re-tire waste

…

mostly stifling the urge for

go scream shakes, though

—with a lip band that breaks with inspiration–

because: shakes.

They give me the opposite

of brain-freeze, and that’s

a shame, really,

–and exercise for another day–

since “the” matter

is a dish

best scooped—

cold.