What must it be like to slick the green hairs of algae across my kneecaps? to breathe in the muddy water? to look into the button-eyes of a massive gar, and to say my goodbye in bubbles? Say, Goodbye, world. Goodbye, gar. In pictures they are needle-nosed and have many teeth, but I do not think they are aggressive. They look impassive. I do not think they would eat me. The carp is king.
Evan Bryson, “Bottom Feeder”