We all want to hook the big ones: caught from rough waves, twenty pounds of fins beating against taut, transparent lines. We all want to go home and tell a tale: how we nearly lost our lives catching dinner, how a monster lives beneath the ocean’s surface, how the glint of its scales hide in the sun’s reflected rays. Who knows if anyone believes us. Who knows if that’s why we tell stories anyway. One time you were reeling in a trout, a bucket of worms wincing at your feet, and the silver fish flew out of the water and smacked you in the face, its body flapping against your lips, leaving the hook lodged inside your cheek. Look, you said, look what the bastard fish did to me. I pulled the hook out slowly, the tip catching on your skin, leaving behind a double-pointed wound, a tail and a head, as if you’d been kissed by some too-affectionate beast.
Kendall Turner lives alone with cats in the almost-woods. Her writing has appeared or will appear in Femspec, Prism, Ms. Magazine, and other publications. A long time ago, she won a poetry award from Princeton University and also clerked and argued at the U.S. Supreme Court. She currently teaches with the Bard Prison Initiative.
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I love how the speaker considers the art of storytellers, then becomes such a fantastic one. 🐠
I love this poem. The first part is a meditation on why we fish (or maybe why we pursue any domination of nature), and the second half brings us into a personal annecdote. I love that last line, thinking about the fish as an overly affectionate beast. So dynamic.