In the bowels
of a storage unit
I puked into during a move
eleven years back
I find a pristine tackle box
that he made for me
decades ago:
brand new lures
a stainless steel filet knife (made in China)
pliers without rust
sinkers not attached to my ankles.
If only he'd helped
prepare me
for more
than the fish I'd never chase.
Currently reading:
"The Dark Half" by Stephen King.
