Monday, April 18, 2011

Puffer Fish

Each day I grow larger,

acquiring lost little bits

of glittering accretion

and breathing life into the husk of my former self.


to be devoured

from a small white plate

- the clink and scrape

of cuttlery,

my requiem;

but crammed into that fleshy-lipped

and gaping maw,

a delicate/toxic morsel

to be savored.

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