Sardine Can


 

stuffed tight
spine pushed between my tits
soles of my feet 
against the tinny cold metal 
swimming in oil
my skin has never looked better
why did I ever spend so much
money on Korean beauty products?
there’s someone beside me 
strands of coarse hair stuck
deep in my throat 
so I can’t yell for attention 
only our eyes can dart around 

our sardine can home 
cracked open for a quick snack 
do you want both of us
intact or smushed beneath four tines?
without her now I feel cold 
washed out and up 
revert to self-embrace 
rejected fishwife 
i now wait for a desperate cat
to paw at my slick self