I wrote a love letter to a gold
fish,
Admiring her orange,
And curvaceous belly,
The underside of a thumb.

She never wrote me back,
Or blew me a bubble,
As if to say:
Don’t take this personally,
You just have weirdly small,
Toes.

fish are not so good at love,
And mammals make too many
decisions,

I am training
Myself to forget
Why I feel empathy,
Toward a
Lobster
Roll.

Take my feet and place them,
In a Plexiglas
Coffin
And call it the sea.

Consider the undeniable truth:
A foot begins an arch
way for
crabs
As they conduct serious
business,
Like making themselves delicious and
Eating smaller
crabs.

Return to them
Natural architecture
And

Cook my feet on easy,
Until the flesh
Is red,
Snap my soles like a wishbone,
Serve me with a blade of lemon,

Donate my skin to the sharks,
So that they can use it,
As table sheets,
For when their mothers-in-law,
Come
To visit.

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