Bait

I craved a fisherman’s glory

dwelling near the ocean

but feared drowning,

so I practiced my boastful tales.

 

But inexperience

was evident in my words,

in desperation trying to erase my shame

by lugging around some bait.

 

Amid their laughter

I learned

trying to paint spaghetti as worms

was the demise of my angler dreams.