Skimming Fishbowls

Before we needed sleep, before procrastination

laced itself into our petal-brimmed brains, we were

fish. Anything, everything was a fishbowl. What’s 

the point of worrying about one breaking when you

can just hop into another. Before Dr. Suess snapped 

up his notebook, wrote “Red fish, blue fish.” Who cares

about blue fish when there’s you. Forget the sea, screw 

salt water — we can bathe limbs in sweet milk, instead. 

Create our own, just say yes. Splash.