fishbowl
We search each other out
In vacant glares
With glass eyes
For answers without questions
You stumbled dropping your glass
Of wine on the carpet
I caught stains on my palms diving
Into your knees
Read the images
Like poker cards
Black jack, solitaire
Light candles and she’ll pretend
Drawing cards out of a fishbowl
And I really do wonder if there’s
Spirituality there. Regardless she’d
Say a confident ‘yes’
Sure of herself like she’s sure
Sexuality only comes in shades of pink
Shaved or waxed, shades of pink.
So go ahead and palm at the goldfish
Giving answers you don’t have yourself
Trusting in what you cannot define
Trade off your wine stained palms
For a night of consoling.