Lucky fishies.

don’t ask me why my lips sag as they do. a fleshy awning above my chin.  a-tremble with yesterday’s incident. crackling among coals.

i give myself too fast. heaved in to a sack and zipped up to the tippy-top of two fingertips. quick, jump in. we’ll tumble out together. lucky fishies. from the belly of a big, big whale.

Written Monday, July 22, 2013.