The male anglerfish sniffs out his mate,
completely missing the light show,
her most alluring feature.
I think I get it now.
The glow is pretty
but meant for prey.
And I won't
be your
meal.
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F Cade Swanson
Queer dad from Virginia now living and writing in the Pacific Northwest. Dad poems, sad poems, stories about life. Follow me on instagram at @fcadeswanson
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