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Comments about Chavisa Woods
At eleven she knew how to clean a fish.
She also knew that fish never really come clean
so the task is endless
and term meaningless.
Still, she knew how to get it done.
She knew where to position the hammer,
which direction to pull the knife,
how to flip open the sliced stomach, finger the bone,
She knew how to clean the wretch from her hands.
but like the task, and thorough uncleanliness of fish,
the smell was endless
wafting into next days fresh bucket.
At some point she stopped noticing.
Even thought it might be her ...