My fish was asleep at the bottom of its tank.
I was feeling sick to my stomach, so
I cracked a can of Coke to control my nausea.
The fish swam to the surface before sinking again.
I tried to remember the last time I fed him,
but it didn’t come to mind.
Outside I could hear cars passing.
I could see their lights race across the wall.
It was the middle of the night.
My roommate and the other tenets of my duplex
were asleep, I think.
As usual, the fish was quiet.
I got up, flipped the lights, and fed the fish.
He darted through the water.
I sipped my soda and forgot about my stomach
for a while.