TPASCTT of this poem sturgeon by Kateri Akiwenzie-Damm

i twist and gasp open and close my mouth searching for air whenever a sturgeon is caught in the rainy river i know the feel of strange hands touching my body the struggle to be free the longing to go where i want to go i feel the impact of stick or rock on bone the splash of colour then the emptiness that is my head my head like a midnight sky if the stars and moon were captured by another heaven i know even when i am awake again sitting at the kitchen table staring at my plate with its bramble design and rough chipped edges i know that is why i do not eat sturgeon because i know when a sturgeon is caught in the rainy river i am a sturgeon and i dangle on hooks