standing in muggy july air.
aluminum foil wrapped around the oceanís prize.
perhaps it is fried in cornmeal.
teetering on slices of white bread.
blood red with heat and pepper sauce.
puckered with lemon kisses.
pick with cautious fingers.
catching tiny bones.
flipping them downward
into an open hydrantís stream.
the bones swirl. end over end.
bite after bite.
the up and down motion of filling your face.
flesh ripped from bone
settling heavily into your stomach.
empty questions that have awaited answers
before you could form them.
what bodies sank to sandy bottom.
breaking down from warm red insides/ashen brown skin.
nourishing the ocean
that nourished the fish
sitting stone heavy inside you.
perhaps the bitterness that coats your tongue
is the flavor of memories reconnecting.
the crumpling foil:
the splashes of bodies being tossed overboard.
open your hand.
a ball of crushed reflections
freed onto a patch of green grass.
you turn: disappearing into the crowd.