Perch Bones
The fillet was supposed to be boneless but wasn't.
It caught me off guard, midmeal.
Between bites of slaw and baked potato.
The bone wedged in the top of my whiskered throat.
The palest form of panic set in.
I swallowed hard a few times.
Swigged a root beer.
Everyone's eyes grew wide as I grew dark red.
It finally dislodged on its own merits.
Thank God perch bones are thin.
At times, death arrives out of nowhere.
Sometimes in the form of a freight train.
A bolt of lightning or a yellow perch bone.
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