We Eat Seafood for Dinner

this is the world and you

are my oyster, slimy like glue: buy me

necklaces of fishing wire and earrings

shaped like hooks. with seeping dry skin and

calluses like shells: who’s at fault

this time? we don’t know. all we know

is how to clench our mussels and crack

our backs like hinges: soft and sweet and

does it really matter if my lungs are easily

deflatable? you watch me collapse

into my shell. squeeze my arm until

it’s lobster red: isn’t this what you want?

it’s not, but still we leave the house

together, we ask ourselves: who’s at fault?

this time we don’t know.

we eat seafood