an oyster,
or clam,
or lobster, or hard shell
crabs from the bay.
sushi.
i fear seafood undercooked,
still wiggling
pink and half alive.
i've seen
the other side of it.
the cold
bathroom floor,
hugging the porcelain
commode,
coming back to God again
on my knees
asking for forgiveness
and grace,
and Pepto bismol.
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