Love

Is like a goldfish.

He swims

around and

around and

around in his little bowl.

The light strikes

his scales and

flashes

back at you,

giving your eye a

memory of

the brightness it saw.

Me? I look and see

how the fish

thrills people.

Like love.

I notice how

beautiful-bright

he is.

Like love.

When I look at

his mouth,

I can almost

see him

smiling.

How pleasant

this goldfish appears.

Like love.

I am not fooled.

Others are fooled.

I am not fooled.

They forget how fish are

cold

blooded creatures.

They are slimy.

They are glad

to live such pointless lives.

They swim in circles

in their confined

glass

bowl,

happy

to be going

nowhere.

Like love.

Like cold water

love hits you.

Pretend it’s nothing,

but eventually the

water will

freeze your blood.

It will hurt so much

the salt of the tears

streaming down your face

will be all

you can taste.

You’ll be as cold

and as clammy as a

goldfish.

Cold and clammy as

love.

Love is a goldfish.