It was the 1970s
The lobsters were in the sink
The water was set on boil
I stood on a chair
The lobsters were in the sink
The water was set on boil
I stood on a chair
my father's height
and dashed water on them
until their eyes moved
My father who was finishing
and dashed water on them
until their eyes moved
My father who was finishing
his Miller Lite grabbed a clam
and opened it with his knife
There among a broken shell
a soft cream rose and then fell
like the inside of our hearts
and opened it with his knife
There among a broken shell
a soft cream rose and then fell
like the inside of our hearts
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