A Quick Stop at the Natural Life Aquarium
They also sell snakes, lizards and parakeets.
We visit once in awhile. My son is 3 now
and trying to tap into every window
while I listen to a woman on the other side
among the freshwater tanks explaining to her friend,
When we finally separated, I changed my mind
and got my son a pet, zebrafish,
simple, a big bowl with rocks
and a decrepit castle.
My son is already there, tapping the glass
the fish zig zagging to his delight.
They are native to the Ganges
and in streams and stagnant bodies
of water in ditches.
And I want to correct her.
Yes, they are simple.
One for $1.99, three for $4
and you can also cut them slightly
at home in the kitchen.
Squeeze out the two-chambered heart.
Chop off a chunk, at its apex,
staunch the bleeding and push it back in.
I keep telling myself even now
eight out of ten make it and go on
to regenerate what was amputated
through a series of clots.
Scarring vs. regeneration not understood.
The first full moon will see a new heart wall.
The next full moon will see the heart grown back
to its previous form
if only that were true
for us here.
© Robert S. Pesich, all rights reserved. This poem first appeared in the Spring 2011 edition of Porter Gulch Review