Gone Fishing

a woman of water splashed, airless, turbid in the river.

eel kinked its tail
question mark like
broadsheet black,
it dragged her out
and punctuated.
unctuous

she gasped fish
she trembled anguish.

insulted, eel rasped person:

“sticking hooks in their mouths doesn’t hurt them?”

parched, she wept and breathed children

astonished, eel did nothing.

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