Perch Bones
The fillet was supposed to be boneless
but it wasn't
It caught me off guard, midmeal.
Between bites of slaw and baked potato
It wedged in the top of my whiskered throat
there was the palest form of panic,
I swallowed hard a few times
swigged root beer
everyone's eyes grew wide
it finally dislodged after a few attempts
thank God perch bones are thin.
At times, the death of something loved
comes out of nowhere
from the cloudy depths
ruins the confidence
twists the heart into unrecognizable things
life is so very thin like perch bone dreams.
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