crab time

let's eat out, you tell
her. let's go down to the shore
and find a place
near the water. sure, she
says, let me get my
flip flops. crabs? she says.
do you want to eat crabs?
sure you tell her, i think
they are only three hundred
dollars for a dozen now,
and some are almost
as big as the palm of your
hand. oh stop she says.
it's a good season for crabs.
they should be free you
tell her, they are the insects
of the waterworld. plus
we have to break them
open with hammers
and pliers then lather
them in butter. it's a lot of
work. quit whining,
she says. holding her
own hammer, chisel,
a stick of butter and neosporin.
let's go eat some crabs.
i'm ready. do they have
those hush puppies, you ask
her. i love those hush
puppies.