a crusty old lobster friend has lots to say:
how much better the bait smells when you’re outside sniffing
than tastes when you’re locked inside; how it’s way, way
harder to back out than sidle your ass in.
Ditto on love, she chuckles, resting her chin
on her huge orange claw, not the first
to notice how much easier to fall in
love than fall back out, now risk-averse.
But when trapped, she says, just suck it up. Immerse
yourself in chores. Dust. Watch soaps. Wear fishnet
stockings to entice, for better or worse,
a soul-mate. Quarrel. Cuddle. Avoid regrets.
Make that tight little cage in some odd inlet
magically work, kinda like a sonnet.
On the Subject of Pots by William McCarthy | Sandalwood Poetry Reed Diffuser Set
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