What the Fish Nets Caught
she doesn't
wattle she
doesn't walk
like a pair
of nylons
she runs
but i
a belly
bloated
blowfish
don't dare
even to try
to even think
or contemplate
chasing her in a
marathon and
so s l o w l y
lag behind
my pace
maker
and
my
mile
marker
only at
five
and
a
half
inches
that's it
watches her
amazing
feat
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