FI()sH
2019-2020
by: Mickia Simmons braise a fish in summer breezeswhite porcelain bowls with gold veins and zenith height sunshine, the oily way it clogs the air so oat grass wilts and pea pods simmer and the horizon wobbles and sways. braise a fish in the pot where it livesfrog and katydid infested, carbon-lined as if aerated, as if turbulent, and not a standing puddle inescapable still-life on bone white china fused with kintsugi gold veins. braise a fish who lay in open airair-frying, soft fat bleeding through scales in soft hands, warm hands because the lakes are evaporating are drying up are flying away particle by particle to clouds and sunken valley water tables to a fish, fat-frying, at the edge of a pond to hands, warm and steady. pondwater in a glass bowl on a summer day and a fish boiling and beautiful and
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