Marriage Versus Trout Fishing

You have to remember
The squirming worm
Is taken from
Its safe Styrofoam mud home
And painfully pinned
On curved steel
Until soaked off
Or until death do part.

If it is lucky,
It will end up
In the digestive system
Of another species,
Or it will fall off the hook
After being baited
By a clumsy fingered fisherman
Who groped through the dirt
To find it,
Then held it up
To the morning son saying
"This is the One for Me!"

I thought of these things
the day you looked at me
with that love/feed me glance
and said
"You Make Such a Good Catch"
As I felt the air I breathed
turn
         into
                water.

 
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