Forgot to Feed My Fish

from by Tomber Lever



Tying and untying. Tying and tying further. Forget to forget. Remember to forget.

Perfect pressure, pursing lips, the price of pressure. Glassy and wet. Leaking and staining. Straining and staining further.

I'm not sorry I did it, I'm sorry that it hurt. I'm not sorry I did it, I'm sorry that I got caught.

A fist tightens writing. What could a nose bleed fix? Coming unglued at the first sign of conflict. The space between discs. Fire in a crowded theater. Bomb on a plane. Fingerprints missing from climbing.

I get so angry. I get so tied in a fucking knot. But then I remember, I remember yellow flowers and black rocks.

I'll try not to make a mess if I happen to spill my fucking guts all over the window seat.

Here we go, at the end of your rope. You're begging and begging. You will not leave me alone. And then it happens. My body splits open like a goddamn water balloon bursting and stinging it hits you at ninety-eight point six degrees. Do you see the knots? Miles and miles of knots. Whatever is in there will find its way out.


from Furniture Pedagogue, released January 7, 2017


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