let's go fishing

i know what we can do today,
my love
says, waking up and bouncing
out of bed
with unusual enthusiasm.
let's go fishing.
fishing?
yes. let's go down to the lake
and catch some
fish, we can fry
them up for dinner tonight.
fishing? i say again,
safeway has fish now, in case
you haven't heard.
but these will be fresh fish.
right out of the water.
we don't have any worms,
i tell her, putting on my
non fishing shoes.
we can dig some up.
you're going to cut the worms
in half and slip their
dying slimy bodies
onto a hook?
ummm, well, can you do that?
and when we get the fish,
are you going to shop their
heads off and slice the guts
and bones out of them
so that we can fry them up?
well, i didn't think about that
she says, sitting back down on
the edge of the bed.
what about the steel hook stuck
in their mouths, are you going
to pull that out of them,
while their eyes bug out
because they can't breathe?
hmmm, she says.
i don't know. i didn't think
about any of that.
plus, i like fish, and wouldn't
want to hurt them.
fresh fish just sounded so nice.
what time does safeway open?