Tonight, we are fishes, swimming in never-ending circles, tails flicking. We are fishes in the sea. Fighting fishes. We are long silver fishes thrashing, flipping our bodies out of someone’s cupped hands. Fishes in a concrete pond. We belong to someone. Fishes kissing, lips opening and closing, barely touching, brushing, passing. Fishes inside a glass bowl. Fishes on a plate. Steamed. Fishes in a painted picture. Immortalized. Fishes in a misty evaporating dream.