a goldfish.
feeling paternal, having
the need to
love something,
to be needed.
it's time to stop making
the world
all about me.
so i buy one.
shiny and gold with a wavy
tail.
i give her a name.
although it might be a boy.
so i go with
Pat.
it dies about three days
later.
too much food,
perhaps.
but i did it out of love.
now i'm thinking about
a plant.
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