Bloated Fishes

Bloated fishes over your head like twisted mobiles falling down over mossy rocks in the mountains last summer. Finish your sentence and hand me the ham. I'm making a sandwich to forget you by. It rests on my knee in the sunlight like a plate of dead kittens. Clearly I'll find another way to fill my stomach little miss walks for miles in a pink t shirt and green shorts and yellow flip flops like it doesn't matter its below zero on a Tuesday afternoon. When she got home she asked her sister's brother for a piece of frozen pineapple to hurl at the sun and he said he couldn't, he was rushing out the door to meet a friend who gave him the flu one day in 13 years while they sat on a swing set rusting in a broken train yard lot next to half a car and three empty dumpsters.