Pick up and opened
a can of sardines today
and without warning
the sea of my eyes
began to flow their waves
upon the shores of my face
as the womb of my ears
rung with moaning sounds.
As my belly growled
I poured red wine onto
the can’s cargo and began
to empty the bowels
of this ship-like can of its
bodied cargo of keloid memories
resurrected in celebration
of this now, Middle Passage Supper.