by Bill Yarrow
Andreas Cappelanus taught that the word
“love” comes from the word meaning
“to fish.” I used to fish off a bridge on
the Eastern Shore. There's a picture of
me on a rampart holding a flounder.
My hair is disheveled and my chest
is puffed. I'm holding the flat fish by
the tail and motioning to my cousin
who was to die before his daughter
turned two. I had plans that night
to borrow a towel and lie down under
the pier with this blowzy Towson girl,
to unleash the lost longing in her face,
but I had a love and could not be untrue.