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Fishing, Lake Chautauqua

Look at me with those crooked bangs and baggy shorts
at the end of the dock of my grandparents’ cottage.  
My father pushes a squirming worm through a hook—  
Does it hurt? I ask. Grandpa ignites a fat cigar.  

At the end of the dock of my grandparents’ cottage,  
Grandpa coughs up thunder. I turn from the worm. 
Does it hurt? I ask. Still no answer. Grandpa puffs his cigar;  
he is always smoking a cigar, and yes, it does.  

Grandpa’s cough is thunder. I turn from the smoke-worm. 
His lips press a cigar; my lips stick from Lip Smacker.  
He always smokes a soggy cigar and yes,  
it hurts to be a worm dangling from a hook.  

His lips cradle the cigar; I lick my strawberry lips.  
Grandpa’s pockets bulge from butterscotches and matches. 
It hurts to be the worm pierced by the hook; 
it hurts to be handed more candy pieces than words.  

Grandpa has bumpy pockets from butterscotches and matches. 
My father, in a minnow shirt, casts the line.  
It hurts to be handed more candy than words, 
but at least I am not the worm.  

My father, in a minnow shirt, casts the line, 
cracks open a Bud Light.  
At least we’re not drowning like the worm.  
I suppose we should be thankful for that.  

He drowns a slippery beer. 
The men talk about the good old days.  
I suppose we should be thankful for today. 
Grandpa hands me a butterscotch.  

The men talk about the good ol’ days.  
The fishing pole becomes a curve, bodies tense. 
Grandpa casts me a butterscotch,  
my belly sour from sweets and hooks in fish.  

Fishing pole becomes a bow, bodies tense. 
My father unhooks the fish, 
my belly a tangle of fishing line—  
Father gives the water back the fish, the fish back the water.


Sara Ries Dziekonski holds an MFA in poetry from Chatham University. Her first book, Come In, We're Open, won the 2009 Stevens Poetry Manuscript Competition. Her chapbooks include Snow Angels on the Living Room Floor (Finishing Line Press 2018) and Marrying Maracuyá (Main Street Rag 2021), which won the Cathy Smith Bowers Chapbook Competition. Her poems have appeared in Slipstream, LABOR, and 2River VIew, among others. She is the co-founder of Poetry Midwives Editing Services.

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