drunk with tiredness
i somehow roll out
angus is there
coffee and smile on
are my eyes even open
by 5am we're on the water
the sun paints the sky
an easel
changing every minute
i'm a university student
called as an extra hand
the last day of the season
today cement-weighted traps
hauled up for the season
the catch is small
both men
twice my age
work quiet
the weight of the traps is too much for me
after an hour of pretending
poorly
that i'm okay
i flop
are you faggin' out
i'm mad
not because of the rude comment
but because i can't meet their challenge
i need another minute
they send me home
with a story to tell
anytime i hear someone call fishermen lazy
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