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Shrimp with a Ramrod Back - June 15, 2024

Gary Hunter

the straight back didn’t hurt

though others felt sorry for him

 

he swam like a fish without a tail

or a very fat seahorse

dating was difficult  cuddling impossible

children out of the question

 

his back was so straight that every time

he was netted they’d throw him back

humans couldn’t use a shrimp that

wouldn’t cling to the edge of a cocktail glass

 

he outlived those he grew up with

and often wondered which was worse

 

the agony of solitude or a stir-fry death

 

a slow cold demise or a hot quick exit

 

he tried to imagine what it would

be like on a bed of rice  surrounded by

hungry smiles and the tinkle of silverware

 

then entering a mouth

engaged in the ecstasy

of conversation

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