FISH DINNER

my mother was frying fish

today and i hate when she

fry fish because the stink

get all in my cotton like

summer funky or cigar and

i say why you always gotta

stink up the house when i

gotta go somewhere and don’t

wanna show up humming of

catfish and grouper and

sizzlin’ old grease from

last week’s fry and she say eat

boy shut up eat because love

sometimes gotta smell like

fish to feel like full belly