oysters 



she prefers them raw 
in the shell 
in the ocean 
minding their own business 
as she feeds her own 
salty soul. 

::
In November, we poem.

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6 Responses to oysters 

  1. psyche says:

    I LOVE raw oysters—in my mouth. ❤

  2. I don’t eat oysters and I absolutely love this poem

  3. Kir Piccini says:

    Fed or not, this salty soul of mine, revels in words like this.

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