careful with the bones

somewhere

along

the line i lost my taste

for fish.

whether trout

or flounder,

haddock

or salmon, i had

no desire for

it anymore, and

truthfully

never did.

but i was forced

by mothers

and wives,

girlfriends, well

meaning

friends who liked

to camp

and hike,

to eat it.

here, here's your

fork and knife.

put some sauce on

that slab

of rock fish,

a splash of lime.

careful with the bones,

and don't forget 

your kale, it's that

green blob

on the side.