words by dominic riccitello

We were at lunch and I told him I had a tattoo on my thigh about him. He laughed in disbelief and probably thought I was crazy. I pulled my leg over, rolled up my shorts and his eyes widened. He read the poem and didn’t understand.

I said, “We’re kinda like squid. You go with the flow and sometimes try a new path. You become tangled, caught, fried and devoured. But in the end we figure it out. You always figure it out.”

There was a pause and then he smiled and said, “So you’re the squid?” And I just smiled.