Ten fish from India all in a row on a hand carved wicker memento presented as a token and a sign. The brown one fell off and hit the floor. The glue got old, so stick it back, or I fall too from where those that languish on sewage-dump streets full of goonda pimps and underage whores with rat-eaten limbs who daily swim dreary in dead-eyed schools pickled with raw toxic waste who wait to know a fisherman's care.
Pickled Herring
08
Dec