Last Week’s Thing
Though we kept having to replace them
The fish hobby lasted a couple of months.
It’s the aerator, we thought,
Or something in the water,
Or maybe we just didn’t love them enough.
So now it’s a dog’s turn,
And this job we undertake with real devotion.
My wife, it seems, is always taking him out,
Something you just can’t do with fish.
Or preparing his meals. She even spoon-feeds him
With some fancy utensil we got in Thailand.
She says, you cook for yourself.
I’m much too busy with this one.
I’ve lost my appetite, I say. And I throw
Him a ball to show that I am equally attentive.
Well, so much for that.
I clean the fish from the tank,
And store it in the darkest corner of the basement.