Switzerland banned lobsters from being boiled alive
the same day she finally followed through, and signed
the papers. But I still wondered how the Swiss
replaced one murder for another, or if they now gave
the lobster’s family forewarning, or at least
a viewing room. Can an old love, disrupted by
taste buds, learn new tricks? I don’t know.
This isn’t about love. This is about lobsters,
how they shriek in the boiling water as if
already understanding the feeling of being eaten.