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a ditty for the Oyster and his Whiskey

on a night like tonight
after a day like today
after i press the knife

blade between the
edges of his shell, after
i pop his safe and

devour the salty, sweet
meat hidden, like a pearl,
i will need to wash it all

down. the oyster, the cracker,
the cocktail sauce…
on every other day i’d finish

him with a long, slow swig
of cold, sweaty-bottled beer.
but on a night like tonight

after a day like today,
i will wash him down with
a glass of whiskey, as warm

as the room it was poured in.
my, oh my, how he will swim
around in me, with delight,

in a pool of whiskey.
if only he could see the fat, full moon
hanging heavy over the cays tonight.

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