JESSICA E. JOHNSON
The Shame of It
Is not that I caught the fish
by accident, not that I cast
just once into the lake
to remember how
so I could show the kids
Not that I said I don’t like this I don’t
like this & shivered
severing her head, recalling
from childhood
gill to gill, throat to anus
the belly sliding open easily…
Not even the true sin: that I didn’t think
before my barbless cast to gather everything
I’d need to kill her well
It’s when I saw her hooked so deep
I knew she wouldn’t live
& grabbed the line to draw her close
& tugged her organs back up through her throat
& couldn’t bring myself to touch
her gasping rainbow body. I had the nerve
to fear the fierce spade of her tongue
the gall to keep my fingers from her teeth.
224 The Paris-American
Is not that I caught the fish
by accident, not that I cast
just once into the lake
to remember how
so I could show the kids
Not that I said I don’t like this I don’t
like this & shivered
severing her head, recalling
from childhood
gill to gill, throat to anus
the belly sliding open easily…
Not even the true sin: that I didn’t think
before my barbless cast to gather everything
I’d need to kill her well
It’s when I saw her hooked so deep
I knew she wouldn’t live
& grabbed the line to draw her close
& tugged her organs back up through her throat
& couldn’t bring myself to touch
her gasping rainbow body. I had the nerve
to fear the fierce spade of her tongue
the gall to keep my fingers from her teeth.
224 The Paris-American