THE FISH: Tell me. Talk to me. Do you see me? Do you hear me?
Do you feel what I feel? (No, this is not that Christmas song.)
I sing to a different tune. It's stuck in my head. "... sometimes I wonder where I've been. Who I am. Do I fit in?" Indeed a different tune. It's singing of being lost. Just like the fish.
But the fish is not lost. The fish has its space. How big is the space? Is it big enough?
But the fish is not lost. The fish is confused. Is this where she belong? There are no corners. There are no walls. Not even a mirror where she can look at what has become of her. Through the years.
Look at me. Talk to me. Tell me this is not real.
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