Heart Of An Octopus

Its body was still pulsating

the ink still traveling just beneath the slimy surface

with tenticles still dripping

and salt water dropping into the sand below

through cracks in the weathered picnic table

unable to say no, I held out my right hand

and Uncle handed me the heart

seconds removed from life, minutes removed from the Pacific

he took it back and diced it

then handed me a slice of the still-warm octopus heart

along with a swig of chili-pepper water

and we followed with a Samoan coconut water toast

before I thanked our host and stared out past the fish pond

watching Haleakala rise above the horizon

and the sky began to cry

and I sighed wondering if the heart of another octopus would break

when they realized their loved one was taken from them too soon.

 

 

 

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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