Kat Howell Saltfish thief. (it was supposed to be context, a conversation... you thought it had been done, was sterile, called it stealing. said it was too much about me & not enough of me.) I will knuckle deep yellow sick sucker punch your balled throat, thick Child Rage, Red like dumb rabies Red like ugly herring Red like road kill reared back and posturing. (so many silent months.) To bed without supper. like the smell of and sucking on peppermint is empty, like sex by itself, the same slippery habit of cool sugar sugar on a hollow stomach.