Steven
Campbell
The Burden
The
whir of shrimp boats
motoring back to port
is accompanied by the
salted winds off the
Mississippi Sound as
the last glimpses of daylight
fall over the horizon leaving
behind a purpled sky.
She
watches as fat men
invade the beaches
net casting for mullet
in the retreating tide
their stunned prey caught
in a sudden corral
of sand and water
too shallow to allow flight.
The
planks of the pier
cringe under her feet
like she did years ago
when he would come
to her bedroom
after Carson
the mixture of gin
and Old Spice overcoming her
trapping her like the mullet
thrashing in the net
of a man
who smells like a friend.
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