i tell her,
staring at my plate.
crowded with
a soft
shell crab on
a pillowy roll
with fries
bunched around,
slaw on the side.
i think it twitched
it's claw.
the big claw, not those
scrawny little claws.
it jiggled a little,
opened up,
like it was reaching out
to me for help.
i hear a crunch
and look at her.
oh, just take a bite,
and quit whining like
a little girl,
she says,
wiping
crab juice off her chin.
the shard
of a shell stuck
between her teeth.
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