Friday, December 10, 2010

story of fish

for 35 days
i have been spooning air to a fish

gagging, fish says to me, thank you very much, my dear
but i'm a fish
and it is not my wish
to be fed air
it would be fair
if it were water you put in my dish

agonizing, i think to myself, i'm crashing against my fear
i'm a bird
and it's my thirst
to burst
this fishy bubble
to turn her gills
into something loveable

for 35 days
i have been teaching myself to swim

flapping, soaked wings
please no one

no, air saves no life
no, water lubricates no soul

all builds up to strife
all disintegrates into foul

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