NEVER CHANGE, MY CHILDREN
A drip drip drip drips.
Left ear
Far but in the room
Room is a square
Safe square
And yet its close, just there
No source just there
Counting down down down down
Dont look
Dont move
Not safe
down down down to what?
I won fish from a fair who lived in a trash can and now swim in a box by my window. Don’t worry I put plants—REAL LIVE PLANTS—to remind them of not home, but
the ocean.
I cleaned their box today.
Scrub scrub green gunk and hum it up the tube. Sparkling and clear
They should be grateful for everything I do
for safe safe box
Youre welcome fishies
Here you wont be eaten or hunted or harmed or used or feared or taken for granted or abandoned or disappointed or raped or burgled or abused or treasured or embraced or improved or developed or faced with consequences of your actions or be able to act or act or act or act
Youre welcome fishies
Sit in your box and smile for me. Kiss my fingers when I feed you your smelly little flakes, watch me undress and praise my body, hear me sing and compliment my talent. Love me or be flushed. Be thankful or be flushed. Know where you were and where you are and remember and remember. And remember that a square of nothing is infinitely better than the pipes of the unknown.
The toilet water is so cold compared to the tank anyway. The drip drip drip drips and wines and who knows whats down there. Stay and be still. Youre so pretty that way, so perfect.
Why change?