A piece of meat tells the story/
of inlets and archipelagos,/
where a couple of fins/
have propelled shiny scaled skin/
from the secrets of the depths/
into your mouth.

For Fourth

You disappeared one day./
You took your brilliant words/
and perfectly timed guitar taps/
and the ends of my sentences away./

On Abandoned Shoes

By Shakira Sison I’ve seen them often enough on sidewalks, subway platforms and parkbenches, or even  hanging from trees. I’ve always wondered what theirstories were