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when I catch you in my net
I will gut you with a spoon
like the fishermen scoop eggs
from fat salmon tummies

your white fishbelly would cleave
smoothly and so linearly
that engineers would use
your skin flaps for rulers

I will steam you with ginger
to counter your lily liver
and beer to clean the maggots
from your apple-core heart

your spineless fillets
are loose and flaky
feed me paranoia
and delusions I
can kill another fish





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