I find myself digging brazil nuts out of my trail mix,
atypically. Not even bitter like they can sometimes be

there ‘s just too damn many. It’s easy to eat around the coconut…

when I step on the wharf to get some fresh air and listen to the crickets
distracted I accidentally eat a brazil nut.

I should be kinder I tell myself
after denying the tourist use of the bathroom

I should be kinder
but this is not a kind city, not how they sell it
her spinning like a marionette next to the stage

but this wharf at 3 in the morning is for the lonely
and for fishermen, for the lonely that jump sometimes hoping

to turn into a fish — but they are dredged back on shore isolated
like discarded brazil nuts