Grimbeau

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.