As I swim in this water, trapped
inside a bowl and see you staring
at me, I wonder when I get old,
am I going to be eaten
on your plate? I would hate
it if that would become my final state.
I know your people say fish
are good for you, good for your
brain, but I say I should be left
alone. The eyes on your face
say, “I’m gonna eat you.”
And, I know it’s coming soon,
so all the fish food you put in here,
I gladly send that back to you.
