part 7: fishville

Are we in good standings?

I’m on a plane,

And I’m going back

Dear God.

 

Double major

In pure and applied math

Minor in either computor science

Or music

(if they have music minors there)

 

Aha!

You start to stare at your fingers

And I raise my eyebows.

“what’s wrong?” I ask.

“my fish,” you reply,

Your face long and sad.

“I forgot to feed my fish.”

 

I am in shock.

My cousin,

A youthful animal rights activist

Forgot to feed his fish?!?!

 

“Well, that sucks,”

I say, trying to be sympathetic

“YOU’RE NOT HELPING!” you scream

And the rest of the people in the airplane

Look and stare at us.

 

I sigh,

You smile,

And I realize

 

“you don’t even have fish!” I yell.

 

And I sigh

And you smile

And I realize�"

 

“fishville.”