Quota
The Yellow Fish:
Finally ate,
heavily poached,
taken with fennel,
some soggy spinach
(the dregs of the day before yesterday’s green salad, the flies hate it),
a slice of linseed and creosote loaf,
found timidly lurking in the gripes of the breadbin
(thin slices of linseed).
No nausea is welcome, as always.
Grimbeau 