“This one,” Mrs. Kelly announced,
“is my incestuous grandfather.
See that perfect fin. It will
wound him for the rest of his life.”
“Is that a clam?” I asked,
intrigued by the thing in the corner
of Mrs. Kelly’s homemade aquarium.
“Well, that’s my husband, dear.
He was doing the really bad thing
with the cleaning lady when I got home
from my weekly grocery shopping.
“I suppose there’s nothing wrong
in keeping them inseparable forever:
my husband’s ossified lips
to fasten her sweet little tongue.”
Then I noticed an eel with
or any visible orifice. I had no stomach
to ask for the story behind it.