Slips from my hands
that tiny silver fish I've spent years trying to catch.
Just an idle line
snapping under the weight of
Give me gills, and I'll take off my clothes
and dive in after it
(you're just a fish out of water, they said)
but water's hard to breathe for a land-lover like me.
my life not-so-aquatic that it'll float
and I haven't been bailing.
Nothing's biting and I seem to have forgotten
how to swim.