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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