I misplaced my wallet one Monday
forcing me to retrace my steps
like two goldfish swimming in circles
Thursday became Monday
remembering as I went
you can tell a lot about people
by the way they take care of their pets
the state of their homes
the odors
the general cleanliness
by the time they are fed
and frequency
how happy the goldfish will be
no, I won’t do it
wont bind them
having pets
no
that’s not for me
what do I do to combat it
I breed little grubs in the shed
I have made a device that captures them
so I can feed them to goldfish instead
one in particular, named Hank
quickly outgrew his tank
his previous owner, Fiona
has me to curse, or to thank
Hank’s now in the gardens
where I visit
I see him every week
he swims with the ducks
whom he dodges
attacking him with their beaks
he is twelve inches long
that’s enormous
with a tail fin that spans about five
when I leave him on Saturday’s ’round one
I know my reasons for staying alive
Peking Duck’s at eight
