Jagalchi Fish Market

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.