I smoked a cigar today
The sun split me in two
Dark. Not dark.
When I was young I fished brook trout
I wasn’t very good
Mostly Chris caught them
and our mother would sometimes prepare them to eat
I remember one time
She took the tinfoil from the freezer
and put the frozen trout on the skillet
I didn’t want to eat it
Which way I lean my head
is where I’m split
It’s funny how this all happens
-M. Taggart