"abalones" poems
People laugh around a plate of moving squid
They are served
abalones as appetizers:
you **** the animal out
and devour him.
Everything here is maritime:
Wheel, ring, buoy, compass, fishnet, gargoyle
I am illiterate for the menu,
but I devour the fish I pined for
Outside in the fish tanks some light is breaking
I see air bubbles rising.
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 6:19 AM UTC