3 days before onset
I feel like I have pills,
yellow pills with
speckles on their faces
stuck stuck
stuck in my throat.
I feel like my
tummy is blooming
with all the last babies
that I never had.
I feel like all of the men,
the pretty fish,
who purported to
but never cared and
never cared to learn
are standing right behind me.
I can look them in the eye
and never turn around.
They come and go,
men made of coffee
and stray socks.
I don't wear black socks.
Pretty, pretty fish, back
to the water.
Gently, pretty fish.


Mia Moore