Memoirs of a Goldfish
With apologies to Arthur Golden and @Tontonis.
Suppose that you and I were sitting in a quiet fish bowl,
We’re sitting in a quiet fish bowl.
We’re swimming in a quiet fish bowl.
Because we’re fish.
I’m not a fisherman’s daughter.
I’m a fish’s daughter. Yes. Maybe.
I don’t remember my father.
Because I’m a fish.
Was that bubbling thing in here yesterday?
Anyway, what were you saying about geisha?
My sister was a geisha, you know.
Or maybe just a koi carp. I forget.
Oh look, food!
Yummy pellety food.
Did I mention that I was a fish?