gone fishing

she'd bring home
fish.
blue fish from the bay.
chop their heads off.
and let them
roll
into the can.
she'd cut them down the belly
iwth her sharpest knife,
cut out
the bones.
split the skin.
filet the meat.
soon the house would
smell of fried
fish
and we'd see the smile
on her wide
sunburned face.