We Drink Because We’re Poets Prompt #6 – Reverse acrostic

by mickharris

small fish fermented in jars

baked in the sun, amphora with

clay tops smooth & wet – i 

would try it, slurp

desiccated scales with a maw

made for junk, plastic-wrapped snacks that scar

my gut. i would make

handfuls disappear, euphoric

in connecting to history, ignoring the eventual boiling sick.