if i were a fish i would not be sashimi-grade

By | 12 August 2025

more parasitic & mythological, aguacero de pescado, airbreathing
but sickly, trailing mucus & being taxonomically confused for an
amphibian. a sighting every several years like bluey, phantasm of
the bay. a kind which belongs in the deep sea but deflates when

oxygenated. you’ll never see the rain again. there’s a deluge that
nobody can explain. some fish redistribute their scales and others
hoard; you are either rainbow fish or neoliberal. or a commodity
of eyes and skin picked apart for soup and grafting. mass deaths

because of the bacteria: a mortality event. atlantic salmon on the
rocks precut & ready to be sunned. what better way to go? than in
plague, bloodlet. i dive & can’t see the open water. it swims in my
eyes & school’s out. cruelty is a whetstone but to eat is to love. so

worship & sanctify. among friends there is always a new place to
go. delicacy is the construction of something destroyed but dainty.
jagged open mouth & languid motion, i do not want to move, only
for prey to swim into the belly & for others to be scared to swallow.


Note: This work includes a reference to Marcus Pfister, The Rainbow Fish (1992).

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