if only i'd spread
bread crumbs on the surface
bait blue waters
with shiny, pretty lures
but i hate the barbed hooks
gill-stuck and compromising
hate the frantic thrash of rainbowed flanks
that roiling desperation
i don't even have a keep net
anymore
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