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.