Poetry | Issue 15

Poetry | Issue 15

Mr. Fish & Mrs. Fish

You sit there
(Can you call it sitting?)
staring inquisitively out.
Is it true about your
memory?
That sucks

Actually, you suck.
No actually, you do:
I’ve seen you
sucking up all the water
Calling it breathing.
We breathe too you know,
but do you see us
sucking?

Actually, what do
you see? Inside out not
outside in?
Do you remember?
Do you prefer watching,
or being watched?

Actually, I think
to be watched is more exciting:
someone must like
you praise
you to watch
you. Funny though.
I don’t really like
you

You just sit there
(Yes, I’ve decided you can sit)
staring inquisitively out
sucking all the air
out of your room
I don’t know how
you put up with him:
sitting and sucking
while you, well, you
are great:
sucking while sitting

Did you marry him
for his gold?
The Treasure Chest
outside your artificial
coral home?
A plastic jungle:
it’s nice.

Oh, is it not
a money thing? More
a looks thing?
He is gold, being a gold-
fish and all

Do you ever wonder
what goes on outside
your glass prism?
You probably can’t even
remember can you?
You’re all caught
up in the moment!

I still don’t know
why you put up
with him: sitting and
sucking.
If you ask me,
he’s more orange than
gold

This article first appeared in Issue 15, 2012.
Posted 5:13pm Sunday 8th July 2012 by Bradley Watson.