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My Fish

My Fish

 

Only children cast nets so wide the fish inside are not trapped 

But contained for play, we heal and nurse, swim between identities

 

Wander roles build relationships, patient me and doctor you, kisser

And kisser, we handle our imaginations as delicately as the laces 

 

In an antique sewing box, return ladybugs to shady leaves 

We are only children, we only live over a hundred, tell our own 

 

Stories, humming through sordid spaces, make space for our people 

And hold it, and hold it, and hold it,

 

We are the only ones the world has seen casting nets

With no intention of burying what is inside

 

 

 

 

 

 


Forest has a degree in cultural anthropology and comparative literature. He works as a kitchen assistant at Mylk and Hummus and as a staff person at Beyond Van Gogh. His visual poems were selected for the 2021 Lit Show by Infinity’s Kitchen.

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