The day the aquarium overpowered
your bedroom and you were forced
to sprout gills: breathing this way
was a new experience – your lungs
collected algae and you
appreciated the necessity for that catfish,
that slimesucker you had always detested.
Tiny shrimp poured into your mouth
demanding to be eaten and there was nothing
to do but breed more of your kind.
You took a fish wife and started
a whole school of silk-suited minnows,
all of you practicing slow motion,
languidly stirring up the sand.