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.

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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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