"Unease" by Ken Poyer

I have only been to the seafood restaurant once since the crabs took over. Waiting at the bar for

a table was not the same experience: with the bartender scuttling sideways along the bar top,

using leverage and small bottles to spindle the drinks. Do I tip a crab as much as I would a

student bartender working her way through college? When we achieved main dining and were

seated, I recognized the menu cover but wondered what severe changes awaited inside. But crab

was still there. I guess crabs have their misfits, too. I ordered the land-lover’s hamburger steak.

Ken Poyner has ten available collections of poetry, flash fiction and micro-fiction, the latest “Science Is Not Enough”, speculative poetry. He has suffered ten Pushcart nominations without a win, and has taught on an NEA Poets in the Schools grant. He spent 33 years herding computers. www.kpoyner.com