Fish screen

I watch the fish float my screen

pretend I am underwater

and then realize I am not

pretending I am underwater

I am watching their scales

with two fans going

I clean the air, I smell

as close to odorless as possible

The market today under Manhattan bridge

was filled with tubs of live crabs

I was less sad than I have been

passing their claws reaching

Sometimes I don’t notice my changes

when habit becomes who I am

lately all I am are habits carefully chosen

to be the version of giving I think is right

Fish are like this, I imagine

a large body in one direction

sometimes I forget the thousands

who live inside of me