St. Joe is a deep-water port,
for the paper mill. We invited the crew
of an Italian merchant ship, the Mondoro,
to the house. Out of the St. Joe Bar.
They were drunk. One of them started juggling
the machetes out of our field box, saying,
"Stunta Man, Numba 1." He said he fucked
Sophia Loren. We filed them razor sharp
each morning. He could have cut
his damned fool dick off.
Sometimes you have to wait.
Don’t bite the corpses.