Fishing in May
We scour the island
and find its long pier tongue
and perch there, lines crossed,
cork floats swaying.
Swarms of bugs fly in, whining:
“shrimp-juice-- squid-juice-- sea-guts--”
sandflea fixing down on hands, on tender ears.
Home, I saw heads off
black drum, scrape scales
into hills of translucent ellipse.
One hook comes out covered
in wet moon-cream flesh.
What we do not keep I cast down
to shore. The sea reclaims.
Gulls circle, and circle, until nothing remains.
JM Douglas is a writer and painter currently based in Baltimore, Maryland. She holds BFAs in poetry and in painting. Her first novel, The Bound, can be found on Amazon.