my mother is a fish

27 Oct

ah now it’s famous it’s famous
he says
you can’t beat that you can’t use it
he says
nothing you can do to it except bollix it all up
he says
we roll bones together in an empty pub
while the barkeep wipes the inside of glasses
and watches us bump one another in succession
up on the bar down from the bar
and so on depending on what we roll
making the whole thing futile
no one truly progresses in this ancient game
it’s safe here among books
they’re bad books but it’s warm
and the pints come up through clean lines
the barkeep assures us no tapeworms have been found in ages
on which day did your mother die
he says
he rolls and the sound reverberates up the high walls
she didn’t
I say
she merely stopped living
while I peeled oranges in the back seat

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