Aquarium | William Fargason
You want to keep feeding the fish
inside you, but you keep
eating the fish because you’re hungry.
This is not the way it should go.
No one said you would not be hungry.
You knew the dimensions of the aquarium
inside you, knew it was inside you.
She who fogged the glass didn’t know
that you’d eaten the fish, but you did and do.
You hear the aquarium inside your chest
crack, and before you know it, the carpet
is soaked with bleached coral,
plastic kelp, and multi-colored gravel.
This is not the way it should go.
This is not how anyone should go under—
the water that you contained now contains you.