My fish are questions
swimming— to, fro; in circles
inside my tufted bowl
I feed them daily,
but sparingly—
small answers only
Larger fish are carnivorous,
saltier, searching for other fare
they slide a path
to my soft underbelly,
eating infrequently, but
biting deeply, they devour
me slowly. I watch them
carefully, gazing inward
as their fish eyes stare out
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