Fish Bowl

Fish Bowl

My roommate has a goldfish

which she neglects.

I really should intervene,

but it is still living.

I am often alone

in the room with it.

The roommate goes out a lot.

The fish would flit

around its bowl,

trying to out-swim the lifespan

of its bubbles.

Now I watch it sit

near the bottom.

I flick the glass twice,

it shrugs a little.

Unlike the fish,

I have the whole world to pace across

but instead I bang

against these four walls.

xo,

LA