preservation
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kelseybanerjee
kelseybanerjee Poetry. Flash Fiction.
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you smear haldi,
groping the fish
like a beggar grasping at coin.

preservation

you smear haldi,

groping the fish

like a beggar grasping at coin.

each fleshy slice

similar to tree rings

smothered in salt

and cast into the plastic tuber ware casket

blood still red near the bone.

already you fantasize about every delectable dish

mustard seed on your tongue,

meanwhile, I stare at the eyes, not queasy,

but uncomfortable,

scales clinging to my shoes.

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