Jake's Flea Market

it never comes out the way it went in


further downriver

further downriver
before the old man
mates with the bow
and passes its genetics and its defects
as an inheritance
into its south saskatchewan* offspring

to either side in winter
stubble on the faces of sleeping
fields whose crops were last shaved in october
protrude through thin sheets of snow
or lie snuggled under heavy blankets

like an addict in a skid row alley
who sleeps away the worst of a hangover
or the worst of an overdose

under a thick coat of ice that keeps
its veins thawed
the old man sleeps

in its arteries trout
designed by those of us who use
coal ingredients in metal and iron and warmth

whitefish designed by those of us who eat
hormone ingredients in meat
and fertilizer ingredients in bread and vegetables

walleye designed by those of us who eat and drink
and consume cures and postponements of dying

there pike appear
to have been disassembled and reassembled
by pin the tail on the fish
preschoolers
blindfolded

*Old Man, Bow, South Saskatchewan: Rivers that flow through Southern Alberta, Canada.


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