THE SEA, OVERDUE FOR ITS RETRO-
fitting, was given several
time horizons to choose from
& like the Wild West, its expanse left
a lot to be pioneered.
Words—tiny Jane and John Does—
were a pig fed with blood meal.
We would say, The data are what
the data are, just vocalic endings.
As for the sea project,
measurements were off by
a few inches in spite of strategic
new studs were necessary,
so were bespoke plumbing, roof, and all.
There was a last-minute
consideration for required bracing.
You can imagine
the house painters’ dilemma—
their work cut out since
Hollywooding was never an option.
Though what survives without
sunlight can & does survive here,
countless red, blue, and yellow crates
shipped & marked as “fragile.”
Otherwise, everything was going
as planned: New marine animals with syrup
in their wings & the sea’s organs lit up
like tiny moons, choreographed with a libretto.
Here the theoretical floor
never meets the actual one at all,
not in the least, which you draw
& indicate with a shaky dotted line.