Recognition While Fishing on the Lake at the Cabin
I caught the hangover early on
and started killing beers and
felt better.
I went fishing while my friends
slept in the cabin.
Alone, floating on a kayak,
I rocked one back and glared
into the top of the world.
This will kill you someday.
Paddle on; cast the line.
Joe Sigurdson studies creative writing at SUNY Oswego. He has been published in The Great Lake Review and The Oswegonian.