Caroline Davidson Una Corda             Work while you can,             his hopeless spirit thrived to him to say             along those treacherous coasts.                       -John Berryman Watch the ferries leave vulgar bells chant   off with my livery            off with my liver — Wade awake, I have become obsessed with variable keys and the wrong things to say to a person. — No anchors. No anchors. No anchors — Sentenced to more years debased. — Go forth and dribble resin neatly across my mouth. — The Black Sea reflex turns away from bass cliffs. Go ahead and touch your chord. — I'll wait for anyone to finish playing, then paddle out land in overstated strokes. — How clean the coasts can act.