Fisherman, don’t you know
The fishes in your white bucket will choke?
Clear slime and white film, stop moving for good?
Fisherman, don’t you know your time
To ask forgiveness is past due
Easter tulips bloomed and died for you?
Fisherman, you’re so warm after that
Walk across the ocean floor
Seesaw gasp in the crook of your chest
Give me your fishing knife, I can’t cleave my eyes off of your
Sweat in a white plastic bag,
Maggot womb, white room.
Fisherman, don’t come near me,
Your warmth is freezer warmth
Warmth for the sardine freezer, sardine man
Stay in white stay with the dead
Don’t you dare move now. Set those
Bug-eyed bastards free
Seawater dreams wait for me.
(2026-01-07)
Zoe Pian 