Big Fish

(work in progress… or is it done? hard to tell…)

I caught a big fish
this time.

I hadn’t been out for awhile.

Maybe I’ll take him home for supper,
rub him with oil,
butter—
really moisten
him up.

Maybe this one’s big enough to fill me
up to my lungs.
So I can hardly breathe.
So that my thoughts disappear
and the only thing that matters is
feeling.

I’d feel him in my gut
down through my knees
and into my toes.

And all the way back up to my throat
gasping for air
like a fish.

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