Crab curry

Years ago on a date trying to impress: I order a crab curry. What arrives is a crab cracker. An adult size bib. And a whole crab. Curried.

I lived a life contained, controlled, and closed. And this crab required big movements. Being visible. Being messy.

I shrunk and suffered nervously. And never had that second date.

"That crab cracked me open" would be the neat, contained way to end this. But life is messier, and I am still learning how to stay open no matter what arrives.

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