Adrift   I should never have signed on, should never have listened to those lies about hidden treasure, shouldn’t have trusted the devil   at the helm with his hundred-mile stare and flashing teeth who cast me adrift seven sun-mad days ago, just sea and air   and nobody but me.                                   Who am I kidding? I shouldn’t have fired off the last flare, guzzled all the good water.                                               But I did.   © Michael Fleming Brattleboro, Vermont November 2019