different

my favorite fish
was the one with
three eyes. i didn't
notice it at first,
but then i did and
came to like him
or her, whatever
the case me be,
the best. it was
different, unusual,
defective in a pleasant
and strange way, which
made me adopt the dog
with three legs, and
then in turn the cat
without a tail,
the bunny who couldn't
hop, the turtle without
a shell, the parakeet
with a bent wing and
the macaw who couldn't
whistle, or mimic my voice,
or sing. and eventually
this is how i found
you. my one true love.