Again, my father throws back the bluegills,

only, this time with my brother & the lake.

The holes in my earlobes; gaps my skin fills.

open close, open close: the algae ache.

 

only this time with my brother & the lake.

my lip, the landline, & the 32 size hook.

open close, open close: the algae ache.

Our yellow house in the telephone book.

 

my lip, the landline, & the 32 size hook.

If I die, let me return a sunfish.

Our yellow house in the telephone book.

caught by the septum, oh aberdeen wish.

 

If I die, let me come home a sunfish.

The holes in my earlobes; gaps a hook fills

caught by the septum, oh aberdeen bliss.

So, yes, my father throws back the bluegills.