What’s my hook? I ponder as I cook, Do I have a hook today? And this is what the right side of my brain had to say:

I have a hook

in your mouth

I could put

to sink my line…

have you swallow

being caught

ALL FOR ME

and I’d EAT you

SUCKED IN WHOLE

I lick my lips in remembrance of the man I used to know, the one I never caught, the one who owns my heart.