Essay is handed in, celebrating with a silly epistolary piece!
How you seem to float suspended between ceiling and floor,
your own isolated universe of whiskers and water
serenly lit by blue. On my walk, from kitchen to front room
the fish moved, shifted ever so slightly, I feel it alter your shape
you bulge then rectangle contract. Mud cat roaming your belly
A slow sinked being, mythology records the astounding proportions
the fish may reach. Would you like to swell, expand to a river’s size?
Your glass sides snug against a bank.
You could keep your raison d’etre, settled in your wide, blank arms
the small children throwing pebbles, a man skims a rock and you crack,
Your millimetre thick skin broke open, did you long for this destruction
Do you plot of releasing feline fish to flap by my sofa…
Is that why you float there, so smug and allowed,
in my home on Net Street?
your silence unnerves me, respond ASAP