and feed him memories
he swims in his bowl
vodka not water
and glows with life
when I tell his memories unto him
we are not so different
those who keep my memories will keep me
when I am released
and swimming in the beyond
but unlike a bowl of vodka
there is no drowning in the beyond
and all bowls empty into the ocean
not the other way around
the one memory I cannot seem to keep
for my goldfish
no matter the feeding
no matter the telling
he can leave his bowl
any time
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