Sometimes with salt

By DS Maolalai

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it's a good fatty

fish bake. the skin

clinging orange 

and tight. it'll crackle 

when bitten – I know it.

and cut up potatoes

in butter on a tray under-

neath and some glasses

of urine-clear beer. all of this 

makes a friday night,

sometimes with salt.

and I don't know anyone

out every night anymore. 

I could have dinner

each night like this

easily. a couple smoked

mackerel, fresh fried

potatoes, a beer

and a couple more

beers. we smile

as you slide them

to a plate from the spatula.

lay on the spices

and salt. the dog is there

watching. I'm watching. and I'll 

do the dishes; you cook.