People laugh around a plate of moving squid
They are served
abalones as appetizers:
you suck the animal out
and devour him.
Everything here is maritime:
Wheel, ring, buoy, compass, fishnet, gargoyle
I am illiterate for the menu,
but I devour the fish I pined for
Outside in the fish tanks breaks some light
I see air bubbles rising.
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