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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