A cracked egg seeps into the corroded crevices of a kitchen counter.
Dead fish dead fish dead fish dead fish dead fish
That who I am now
Lemony tails flipping amongst the sun kissed seaweed
That’s what I think
This is also what I think:
I like fish
Fish like to swim
I like to swim
But do fish like me?
I don’t think they could
Why no sympathy for the fish?
I ask myself this
A thick slice of cantaloupe is hanging from the ceiling.
The role of chromosomes in cancer biology hmmmmm
Yeah why not?
But there are more important things than this
Mr. Rogers was a vegetarian.
I looked it up
I knew this creature could not steal away the wanderings and wonderings of even the most pitiful pond-snipe
He wandered gratefully in the vegetable kingdom, head atilt
A leaping frog, a bending cow, a spinning duck
Their lives would be guarded and blessed in his neighborhood
In mine, corners are cut and excuses are conjured from a well of self-indulgence that I cannot purge myself of