Love like a Body Carried to Shore

 

Abigail Cabitnoy

It’s fish love—you love yourself, the taste of fish, and so

you love the fish. You love the fish you pull from the water, the fish

you boil and place in your mouth in pieces.

 

But does the fish love you back?

The fish loves you back.

 

The fish in you invested loves itself in you

loves you.

 

I am afraid I am a fish. I am fish and not fish

with or without teeth

                                        still capable

still choking on the bones.