Poem of the Week |31| Goldfish

The children tap the glass
despite my protestations.
You swish along your watery pew
reproaching them in silent plosives
mouthed into the water. You’re not
exotic enough for them, your
orange wearing thin over a yellow
rotund belly, continuing a
course of glass eyed contemplation
around your little tank while I’m
pulled towards the sea monkeys.



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