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.


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