I watched him gut a fish
pulling the skin back like a page in an old book
his rough fingers turned delicate
i liked how the fish’s eye looked like a marble
not made for playing in the dirt
but for holding and looking through
blood got onto the table outside while
the radio in the yard
talked about a football game
i threw rocks in the pond
the ripples looked like grandma’s hands.
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