The Fishbowl

“I” am metal

A metal body

Nothing different about

It doesn’t change

It just

Is

.

Where “my” head

Should be

Is a fishbowl

It is clear inside

Misted outside

With five fish

Each a different color

.

The fish take turns

Looking through

And sitting in the control room

Of the fish tank

While the other fish

Shout advice

On where (s)he should go

.

Sometimes the fish each

Take a side

Or fight over the controls

.

The “head” tips back

And forth

With disagreements

Some fish

Close their doors

And hold them shut

Others shed scales

And watch them grow

Into more fish

.

The fish tank is crowded

Each fish

Wants a turn

Each fish

Wants out

Each fish

Wants a life

But is locked in

Tight

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