Poem | Danielle Mitchell

Mr. Floppy, Winkie, Wilma, Winterfred, and Roy

This is the way you cut a fish: head from body,
belly to breast, spine, ribs, fins and skin.
Five in the first catch, a deep, bloody bucket.
Mother’s knife tricks. From this day on
I will believe everything she tells me. Always
eat what you kill, but never name it.



Thank you to dirtcakes magazine where this poem originally appeared in the Hunger issue.

One Comment

  1. Daniel Romo says:

    I wanted to be your first 😉 I look forward to your posts.

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