like white silk, like orange gummy bears

they were sorting crabs when we arrived:

live crabs, two
piles: male,
female, tossed into tubs, belly-
up, crawling at the air.
which is the opposite, exactly, of
yesterday, your hands tremblingly
on my head (I leaned
into them, I found it hard to
breathe, I wondered what
it would be like to have a live
crab in my hair) -
we bought females (the sweeter
flesh, the egg sac) belly-up (beautiful
bellies, purplue. kkote geh, they
call them, flower) still

alive, wrapped in

newspaper. I didn't see them again until

I ate them,

I ate them,

I cracked them wide open and

ate.