metamorphic

she

came into

my bedroom

holding

a fishhook

and a plastic glove

and

in her

calmest voice

explained that

yes

it would

have to

come out

that

mass of

shrimp

pulled 

from deep within

my ear 

bloody

left me

barren

and a little 

giddy

but 

there are times

when i still

feel 

it

pulsing

blue veins

tail flapping

scent of 

algae

salt

my back

sprouts a fin 

and the wound

heals 

Reviews

[emmajoy]

As surreal a reality as ever was or perhaps, the revers. Have pictures swimming my mind now; strange how words can turn the imagination upside down along with thought. Can't help wondering if you were caught in the act, about to take a chance but .. fate had other plans ..

[SkinlessFrank]

Yes.....in flagrante delicto....but fate always interferes

[emmajoy]

Fate plays games with destiny, as does my spelling when reviewing!

[TL Boehm]

at first read its quirky and fascinating - a deeper take and it is still fascinating - an original perspective on the catch and the catcher - and your vocab is well - I read this out loud and just savored the way the poem sounds....masterful

[J]

i’m sorry, frank. this made me laugh my a*s off [checking behind] … someone got you hook, line and sinker?? really? join the fray and wiggle that fin … there ya go! wounded? not you … [it might be a mood thing]