Jagalchi Fish MarketRuth Williams
Limishing. I didn't know the word. I made it up. To ask a fish at market: can you feel your fins? Limishing. I watch the woman slice the fish along the spine and salt the flanks. A winter scene. Shake it, shake. I have forgotten how to feast. A vacation to relearn how to O so one might put the fingers all in. Or turn all fins to register a kowtow to the horizon at the beach. It is impossible to ask the right questions. Toes go two-by-two in the sandal like fins so I have a set of small spines I break during each step. Hard to think in the aftering work. Limishing up to fate.
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