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Here's the tabby wanting to get in.
I've been scratched
& it's not a laughing matter.
This is how my brother cried
when twenty carp floated
belly-up in his lotus pond.
Lack of oxygen induces slow death:
remember the salmon under
a plastic wrap, the smell of rot?
This morning I wake up
with a man not my husband.
And there's that bowl of fish.
copyright 2006
Arlene
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