This Other Neck Says
  
I froze
In my chest, puzzled fish
Make final phonecalls to worried moms
sisters
fishermen
“Keep my bedroom until spring.”
But this sunlight blade hacks away
Serious rules and well-posed judgements
(just the ones I made)
(oh, and only the ones I really love)
Now my voice is cut in two
For the old season
For the new season
(the fish are fine. don’t worry.)
Text and Images © Andrew Auten – All Rights Reserved
