Fenn MacDonald

Anglerfish

Can I kiss you? 

he said

And I told him

yes

His lips brushed against my chin

like the passing fin a of startled fish

I think you missed, I told him

Here, let’s try again

I steered us to a perfect landing 

reeled him in from the dangling line

Later, when I scrubbed the blood off my teeth,

I wondered

if the blame was his

or mine