grandpa and i had our poles in a backwater, waiting on a channel cat or a blue.
grandpa’s friend clarence was down a ways, trying for smallmouth in the main river.
clarence got one on, i ran over to watch.
bat-full of hell, he spat unhooking a carp.
goddamned scavenger, he said throwing it to the ground, putting the heel of his boot to its head
same look on his face my wife had tonight right before shoving me into the kitchen counter and punching me hard in the face for
reasons i’ve tried deconstructing, but when you get to this point in a marriage simple cause and effect slips from the fingers like this blood down the drain.
