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I hold my pain between my teeth sinking into its slug-like skin, its smooth eyeless body flailing like a fish: slowly. Its insides clear and liquid bring the taste of canola oil and ash as they drip down my chin. Once limp I let it fall into a skillet fry it in baby fat and basil leaves, throw in sliced onion and bits of garlic, a pinch of ground pepper, dip it in ginger sauce, chew the head then swallow the rest. |
Very descriptive, yet very closed. What happened to the carving of names? The title threw me off after reading the poem and the poem threw me waaay off. (nice :D) I liked it, wish I knew what you were talking about, but it was awesome all the same. Keep up the great work, and I'll keep reading »Haely« | Posted on 2008-07-05 00:00:00 | by MinervaBlu | [ Reply to This ] | I once heard a poem about fish sticks that was phenomenal. I had me laughing out loud (which I don't often do in public). I like this somewhat if for no other reason than it is different. I wish I could break form the norm, but I just don't have it in me. | Where did the title come form? Based on the title I was expecting something compleatly different. | Posted on 2008-07-03 00:00:00 | by nicodemous | [ Reply to This ] | This piece is pretty obscure. I don't have much to say about it. I dig it...I think. | | Posted on 2008-07-03 00:00:00 | by jayisademon | [ Reply to This ] | |