The Death of My Belief That I Can Take Care of Fish
I awoke to the sight
of its corpse
floating, belly-up
fat and white
glowing like a light bulb
the life gone from its eye
the go-getter
who gulped down
sprinkles of food
with its quick mouth
before the others
had a chance
those level-one tropicals
for beginners
the tank
now a crime scene
to explain to my housemate
who went on a trip
my heart growing cold
as the fish itself
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