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Me and the Fish Witch

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Me and the Fish Witch

My corporeal

            vessel

takes me to the beach

            where my yellow dog

flops on a dead salmon and immerses herself in the death smell

            transmogrifying into a fish witch;

together we wait for the king tides to take us away

            hiding in our separate skins

but connected like family,

            like blood,

she is a difficult dog

            with a dark past, a fierce temper and a bucket of fear,

we are akin that way,

            but now she needs a bath

and so

            do

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