in the summer nights,
the stars seem to sweat off you like raindroplets,
just more water we don't need.
the EDM is a shallow companion
to the hour i spend here, holding this net
like a bodybag, an underwater coffin for those
whom the Californian water is foreign to.
freshwater cleaner fish are expected to live for about seven years,
but these crowds of summertime
can drain a lot out of anything in its radius.
the four and five year olds always ask me
why the little ones tend to die first. i shrug it off,
tell them it just happens.
i dont tell them how life eats you up
the way these fish tear their dorsal fins
apart,
waiting to consume the corpses of their dead
as they drop,
a last glide on the algae-coated pool bottom.
- life is like a pool of cleaner fish
YOU ARE READING
the heart is just an organ
Poetrypoems and thoughts and drabbles that'll never get published anywhere else
