a plate of fish

it's a plate
of fish.
some seasoned, some cold.
shrimp
and scallops.
tuna and cod,
bits and pieces,
bites of
lobster from the deep sea.
and bread.
it's more
fish than you've eaten
in a year.
you feel
like you could swim
the atlantic
under water
after eating so much
fish.
you feel the side of your ribs
to where
gills seem
to be growing.
your skin
has scales,
your eyes have flattened
and no longer
blink.
it's hard to breathe
in this air.
you stare at your glass
of water,
sprinkle it with
salt and pour
it upon your head,
you wiggle home.