Fishy, Fishy

Anja tapped her pen against the desk impatiently. Only one hour had passed since she had started work. The expansive office was too cold for her liking, the dumbstruck fish in the aquarium continued to ogle at her and her useless colleague was always asking for help. A fish in the aquarium caught her eye, it was not moving but instead staring, or appeared to do so. Was this the height of her career, staring at a fish? Those big, ambitious and naive plans of the 20-something year old she used to be had been punctured long ago, the remnants leaking disappointment. Pathetically, she could see herself in that dumbstruck fish. She blinked and lost sight of the fish that had first caught her eye, they all looked the same and she could not distinguish one from the other. Desperately she searched, her eyes burned with tears, had she too been swept away as a nobody?

– Ermisenda Alvarez 

Oh fishy, fishy
what could it be
that you see
when looking at me?

Does it occur
that we’re a blur
am I obscure
or are you unsure?

Oh fishy, fishy
wish I could be
a little fishy
out in the sea

I’d swim away
in light of day
from this decay
of our society today

Oh fishy, fishy
just to be free
would probably be
your wish same as me!

Teresa Marie  10/30/11


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