Fish from the bay
Caught fresh today
Clean out the gut
Big fish hollow bellies
Not much flesh
That the kids won't eat.
Because it tastes like adult sadness
Bad sex, grief, the end of a marriage
Tastes like last summers
Salt on the skin
A year of memories you'd rather forget
The bittersweet of a late afternoon
Tastes like one day, some time ago, before I met you.