Poetry · Writing

Flounder

Feel free to sink to the bottom of the bowl right next to the goldfish we got at the carnival that one time. I know

you know that I know you can swim but you refuse. Out stretched paddles flustered by self inflicted fears of the world

outside this bowl. Fear of breathing pauses the action to be something human something gargantuan something bigger

than the goldfish.

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