my plecostomus
sometimes afternoons as i wonder way
my thoughts into spaces
one of the two of us
he's looking over
(but a little zucchini might help
the zucchini i promised him
or bit of algae lime pie)
a fish sucks on the wall of a tank
a teacher on her thoughts
little bubble baths in the corner
neither of us sees in the light
should we drown here tonight?
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