Spear fishing on acid

I sit with an open tin of peach segments in one hand  
a toothpick in the other  
spearing morsels of succulent flesh  
wrestling them against the side of the can and scooping them out  
as they squirm and slide  
desperate to return to the syrup  
 
I eat them whole  
The texture  
the taste  
maybe the best thing I’ve ever eaten  
so juicy  
 
I peer back inside the tin  
worse than fish in a barrel  
packed in  
trapped  
 
I aim my toothpick  
unable to miss