Lobster Bisque

Written by Nate Bussey

Sometimes I feel the incorrigible need

to get into hot water. I'll draw myself

a bath, raise the temperature by degree

the way you cook lobster,

plunge my ears beneath the surface

to listen to the water I'm making filthy

swish in dissonance with the ringing in my ears,

watch the steam rise from my face,

pretend I'm a bowl of lobster bisque

(have I ever had lobster bisque?),

and that I've died my alleged

courageous death to be spared

the indignity of being eaten alive.