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[emmmjay]

Mom Cooks Anything I want on My Birthday

at some
anticipated moment,
the crabs in the boiling water
let go

relax their legs & float
upside-down in the circular
waves as opposed to the frantic scratch
at the sides of the pot

they look like they are having fun,
adrift on the loop-de-loop currents
at play like dolphins
in a can of tuna

it helps to imagine the crabs
are happy, to pretend that
butter is a golden bathtub,
& the ocean floor is made of fine china

Matthew John Conley