I picked up the fish
by the tail and it curled,
as I made my wish,
it writhed and it hurled me
into the bowl
filled with rainbow pearls.
Fuchsia, lavender, periwinkle,
shimmering, twinkling swirls.
Then I heard my song
and my eyes became pink.
If I stayed too long,
my feet began to sink.
So I lifted my legs
and ran to the rhythm of
attacking retreat,
gaining momentum.
The ground grew hard,
the path began to rise,
until I reached a cave
where I found my nine lives.
My fate gilded and swinging,
treasure bodies hung at the mouth.
I could still hear the singing
echoing in the clouds.
Gold melted to the ground,
the cave collapsed to slosh,
and my bodies became the sound
of wind rustling brush.
Marigold waves of wheat
dancing everlasting,
as I watched at the peak
while the sun was casting
Her drunken warmth
onto my new body.
When I turned around,
I saw Everybody
singing my song,
remembering my existence,
and I sang along,
but I can’t remember what it says.
