Serves 1 from the kitchen of Carla Bozulich

Empty my body onto dirty white sheets
my brittle gills distending desperately
   begging for an explination
The truth has not mended to set me free
the fallible tounge licks fire onto buttery flame
I lost you my head hurts my life force is fading
without water I can neither breathe nor cry
In an acrobatic feat of amazing prowess
I offer my only remaining gift
By commanding a mighty dying will
I somehow manage to hurl myself across the room
flopping loudly into the hot cast iron skillet
Setting on top of the stove

EAT ME