after the print by Lisa Kaser
does she fink we was brung up on kibble-dried beans like them long-snouts that don’t taste nuffink? them’s not evolved, s’wot.
boss, twitchy, cobbleface, and me was brung up on halibut, cream. make that: holy fish. heilagfiski. somefink looks back at a body what eats it.
two-leg’s got no taste culture sympafy. whatif: boss mistook kneecap for white meat. whatif: poo pods got snuck into capers, peas.
we are what we eats. what makes for more-than-human is delicacy of palate. when reaching high octave, a body needs digestive balance.
we needs halibut. we feels more than long-snouts. oh, gravel skinned soul-fish, oh, succulent livers, make them lessers swim you into our bowls.
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Brenda Mann Hammack is Associate Professor of English at Fayetteville State University where she teaches creative writing, women’s studies, and Victorian literature. Her poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Toe Suck Review, Gargoyle, Mudlark, Caveat Lector,Otoliths, A capella Zoo, Bull Spec, Steampunk Magazine, and Arsenic Lobster. Her other contributions to Snake-Oil Cure are here.