My fish is dying.
It’s been weeks and it won’t die.
I wonder if he would be happy
if I ended its life.
If I tossed him into Lake Michigan like
how I would want to be tossed into
Lake Michigan. Beneath substrate,
beyond sound.
My fish is dying and I want to die.
But then I’d have no one
to toss him into Lake Michigan.
-sonja lynn mata
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