The Memory of a Goldfish
filthy fingernails
tap against the glass
spilling water on
the sides, dripping
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your cruel enjoyment
only lasts for a minute
but it completely shakes
my entire tiny world
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flakes fall from above
pedigree lies you feed me
still tasteless. still bland
but i eat it up, starved
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for something more
than plastic neon pebbles
and fake algae; i open
my mouth but no words
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bubble out. left gaping
stupidly—staring at the
boundary i can't cross
as you get bored of me
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and stand up, leaving to
find another pastime. i wonder
if we share the same brain
for how quickly you forget i exist.
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