squeeze your juice into a glass
membranes aching to and fro
get a grip against that pull
that tidal surge that we all know

climbing ladders and chasing bait
gills that ache with every pulse
foaming waves slip in and out
a thunderstorm about to burst

two dorsal fins that crest the surf
a dark eye like your gaping mouth
scaling tailspins to new depths
a flooded dam that leaves no doubt

squeeze your juice into a glass
membranes aching to and fro
get a grip against that pull
that tidal surge that we all know

(lemon fish butter - satisfy your soul)

12/29/94