Eating Sardines Alone
Eating Sardines Alone
Eating sardines alone
is like dying in slow motion.
Carefully peeling back
the tin lid
on yer mortality.
Then lookin’ inside
to find
the teeny, tiny spinal bones
that
(eventually)
crush
soft
as a baby’s breath.
Headless wee segments
of little fish who once
swam
limber in schools to avoid
Death
now stacked
chalkboard stiff
like desks in classrooms
of Omega oils
(that help me live)
Alpha
(all alone).
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- October 13, 2008 / 4:44 am
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- buffalo, jeff finlayson, poetry
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