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You fit into me
like a hook into an eye
a fish hook
an open eye-- Margaret Atwood

 

I’VE CAUGHT YOU

by Abbie Johnson Taylor

 

What did I do wrong

that you consider me a fish hook?

Always a button to my hole,

Why do you think ill of me now?

I'm sorry

if I made you feel like a trapped fish.

You were always free.

Now, I'm a fisherman--

you’re my catch? Why?