Where I slowly stir the water and every day’s the same


Hmm, hmm, hmm. I'm a fish in an aquarium,
cut off from the outside world. The water's always lukewarm and I
observe. Hardly anyone takes notice of me, but I am here, quietly
floating, my lips moving just like yours. Always in motion, you never
seem to rest. Through my reflection I watch you. Why do you keep me
here like this?
I'm a fish in an aquarium, cut off from the outside world. The water's always lukewarm and I observe. No
storms in these waters so quiet, they're turning stale. Sometimes the
tension keeps me hanging on each day, each day. Will you starve me or
feed me? I never really know. This love, my mountain, my detention, I'm
dying slow.
I'm a fish in an
aquarium, cut off from the outside world. The water's always lukewarm
and I observe. I just want to fall, fall. I'm a fish in an aquarium and
so I will remain where I slowly stir the water and every day's the
same, the same, the same, the same, the same, the same, the same.


I looked at my reflection in the water, thought "what an unlikely pair,"
closed my eyes, held my breath, plummeted down, down, down
and anchored myself there. Can't tell how long I've been in the company of gills and tails. I think I feel my skin growing scales. Can I come up for air, can I come up, can I come up? I'm gettin eaten up down here. I'm just not built like them. The big fish have a monopoly; the little fish get buried in the sand. This-here world I'm in sucks your life out, leaves you comatose. Take back your salt and fins. Send me a lifeboat. Can I come up for air, can I come up, can I come up? I look up in longing at the surface, hypnotized by the way the sunlight seems to ride each ripple and they do a dance. Every ray becomes a beckoning hand. I miss the sweet taste of oxygen. I mistook this for the promised land. Can I come up for air, can I come up, can I come up?

4 thoughts on “Where I slowly stir the water and every day’s the same

  1. I really enjoyed this. (found you through Tchotchke’s blog). I was just in Monterey last Christmas; this was very evocative.

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