this fish

she sends a photo
of her holding
a catfish
dangling from a hook
at the end of
a line, and rod.
it's a sad fat
fish. grey and
slimy, as catfish
are, without scales.
two hard black
whiskers jutting
from it's cheeks.
grimacing with a
set jaw of teeth
like grandma's when
she'd take them out
and soak them in
a small tumbler
of polident on her
night stand.
but this fish,
has brought her joy,
look at her smile,
this horrible fish,
has made her happy.
which is something
you could never do.