Aquarium of sadness

trying to find my glasses

with closed eyes

my teeth are falling

my ghosts of the past are haunting

i could cry every night

but my better self can’t afford that

the roads are ending

can i climb up the wall

and redefine gravity wherever i go?

the more i know, the more i fear

if only i can trade my tears

for an aquarium with vegetarian sharks

and sea otters that hold hands forever.

t.l.

instead i’m a drowning fish.