Eva Jackson: 0043

dubai

Overlooking the gulf, were flutes.
1,2,3,4.
Together, they cost.
Filled with champagne, they cost more.
The barman took a drop
Of angostura, put it on a sugar cube;
It fizzed like the end of the world
In the champagne.
And together, this cost enough
To build a private battleship out of the entertainer’s float
Bobbing in the water in front of the hotel
After he was done singing his cover songs,
And push it far, far out beyond the other bar on the pier
And move it through the palm fronds of light diminishing every night
Until end.