✿ Get Eaten

You’ve lived wondering whom
you’ll piss off, wondering,
“What’s the right thing to do?”
Flailing. A stab of fear
at misstepping. Turtles
don’t live this way.

Nor did that fish we saw
out past the surf
so oddly, like an otter,
rhythmically poking
its head from the water—
then hurling itself out
and flipping spastically over
the glass sea.
Of course, the frigate birds
swooped in right away.
Three of them
made stabs at it and fumbled.
But one soon got hold
and gave that fish


About nosuchthingasastraightline

I grew up in tiny Lyme, New Hampshire, where I drew, roamed the surrounding woods, and first entertained the idea of God while listening to my mom's Beatles records. I studied biology at Harvard University where I wrote for The Harvard Lampoon and also began writing poetry. I have since made a living variously as a comedy screenwriter, teacher, and private tutor in math, science and writing. I’ve released three CDs of original music as the singer-songwriter and guitar player for Crooked Roads (listen to latest tracks here: https://soundcloud.com/crooked-roads). My poetry writing has been inspired by Rumi, Billy Collins, William Carlos Williams, e.e. cummings, Antonio Machado, Federico Garcia Lorca, and others. My two books of poetry, "The Morning I Married the Sky," and “Free this Morning” are both available on Amazon.
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