Love like a Body Carried to Shore
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
I am afraid I am a fish. I am fish and not fish
with or without teeth
still choking on the bones.