Still Fish
His little fish swim in the bare pit pool
Of my belly button
Hoping to sip fresh air
They go still
Dying a quick death
Asphyxiating into sticky cold
Like his Rottweilers drool
Still
I want to dive in
And sink to the depths
Sit in the family I could have had
But have-nots learn to never want
For nothing more
than a damp rag, a wipe, and a kiss
on the forehead
Coyote cackles truncate sounds
of SZA on the bluetooth speaker
I bought him for Christmas
Breath falls out
One of the coyotes trots up
Tongue loose and toothy grin
Asking to take a hit
We smoke up, it speaks
ancient Stories
silly tricks and stolen goods
Until the Rotty barks
And all that’s left is broken air