The fox says “you are not beautiful.” The gazelle says “you are a shrimp.” The ocean does not suffer fools. Shrimp swings in nets across the docks. I touch your cheek, move a lock of hair. My fingers are twisted shrimp, boiled, pink. Night leaps – darkness flys, turns, is gone. Beneath stars I shrimp, … Continue reading Fox-Gazelle-Shrimp-GhazalMore