fish bones

a man with a little boy inside pulling all the strings
tells his date over dinner that he wants the love-making
to feel like eating a stick of cold butter.
he wants to kiss her like blueberries rupturing.

his date keeps an aquarium inside her,
koi tracing circles in her stomach, sometimes
trying to wiggle their way upstream.

the boy pulls the mouth-string and the man orders
a sprite and a bowl of ice cream. The date orders quinoa,
roasted autumn vegetables,  minnow soup. she is disappointed
when the minnows are boiling, dead. the evening
is over early. still the woman feels ghosts
of rubber-bones in her throat.

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