Wednesday, July 09, 2008

Quietly Contemplating Moral Appetites

Oh little fish,
You stare at me
In your loving way
Without blinking.
Oh little fish,
I dare not enter a staring contest with you
Lest I lose myself in your unflinching gaze.
Oh little fish,
Though I must go
Know that my heart will always be with you.
Oh little fish,
Please stop staring
It makes it harder to eat you.

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