28.5.24

he knew exactly where this had come from infiltratedinvaded his dreams
                                                                                Towhee salmon
theres no such thing

but it insisted there was
                          You’re talking to one.
he was talking to a fishan awfully animatedexcited salmon
                                                             had seen that same headsame face on Pacific Northwest totems
Towhee salmon
                  Thas whaya said
Yeah.

Okay
        this conversation was set in motion by Gunther Grass The Flounder  a retelling reimagining of Grimms fairytail coudnt help himself Von dem Fischer un syner Fru  The Fisherman and His Wife  had conversed that evening with his daughter about it she pickedup a copy from a Free Library in her neighbourhood

the fish was so enthused he said he was willing to talk with anyone anif he didnt hed burst

Anyone

Yeah.  Saw you were available.

I was asleep

Fuck you. You’re a conduit.

conduit hed be called lotsa names his whole lifewouldnt rise to the bait   but never
   he imagined connedidiot
NO. Conduit.
               You got potatoes growing in your ears?
that was his mothers line
                           No  Can hear just fine
Good. You’ll never guess where I just was.

Wipe your fins at the door before you came in

Of course. I maybe be rude, but not crude. I saw your shoes in the doorway.

Thank you

Of course.  Where?

I don have a guess
                      I woudnt have guessed this
I was in a boil the spawn drove my nose into the redds gobbled eggs sipped split milt. Glorious!

Soya wanted to stop here to say tha before you died

   Died?  I ain’t dying.

Thaswha happens

You’re misinformed.

No Ive seen it Seen it happen in the Kenai streams in Ketchika . .
. . laughed  Ketchihan.
                          Ketch me if ya can, you can’t. Those poor, poor slobs.  Not me. I’m Tony the Salmon.

Tony

Yeah. The Salmon.

   I thought you say towhee
No.
     That’s a bird I look like a bird?

I thought perhaps there was a species called Towhee salmon thas eluded me all these years

Maybe all your years have made you dense, inarticulate.

Maybe
        Or maybe you an I ought to thank our lucky stars were having this conversation orya woud have burst
                                                                                                                    Spilt milt

You like that.
I love it

   Think your cats smell me. Gotta go or they'll eat your face.

Awwell  Thanksmebbe  for stoppin
                                        My pleasure Tony the Salmon

Don’t ya forget it.

early AMish,  2sday,  28  5. 24
1219, 2sday

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