lord, let me eat a crab.
i want to rip off the pincers;
i want to rip off the legs.
the sea has honed this thing,
as it smooths a piece of glass.
it exists to be killed by me.
a crab, a little beast you
press between your fingers,
so you can get at the meat.
Wednesday, January 9, 2019
a crab: a poem
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