Bass

the fly looks delicious
her pursed lips inhale it

it won’t go down
such pain

she has lost volition
tries to turn and swim
is tugged to the air
shudders at his rude touch

hangs stiff knowing herself
dead

Nice bass says the fisherman
he slips the pain from her throat

I don’t eat em

tosses her to the river
stunned, she swims into the murk
for a long time she dares not eat

then she forgets.

About the Author

Marty Carlock’s fiction has been published in American Literary Review, Crack the Spine, Fiction Fix, The Griffin, Halfway Down the Stairs, Inscape, The MacGuffin, The Madison Review, MARY: A Journal Of New Writing, Menda City Press, Minetta Review, Old Red Kimono, Pennsylvania English, riverSedge, Phantasmagoria, Sanskrit, Schuylkill Valley Journal, and The Storyteller. His poetry has been published by Green Prints, Hobart, and Moon City Review. For almost 20 years, he was a regular contributor to The Boston Globe and other publications; more than 30 newspapers and magazines have published some 1,600 articles under his byline.