the wedding fish

i see a woman holding up

a fish

in her picture,

proud,

smiling, as if a lottery winner,

or her wedding day,

and the poor

fish, silver in the sun, not

quite

starved

of oxygen. twirls like

tinsel

at the end of the line, it's

mouth

tricked and hooked

by the  sharp curve 

of metal,

the false promise 

of something

that isn't

what it appears to be.

i try not to believe that

all love

is like this.