day like
some do.
sitting at the picnic
table
draped in newspaper.
the crabs piled high
just out
of the boiling pot.
a bowl of
vinegar, pliers, wrenches,
dental tools.
a hammer for me,
and one
for you.
a tub of butter to slosh
the paltry
meat mined from
a claw
or back behind.
it's work.
it's bloody work.
it's the only food you can
eat
and lose weight while
doing it.
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