Apology for the Fish #2Â
I1Â
tookÂ
the scales2Â
of fish and builtÂ
an altar in the foldsÂ
of my bedsheets, stained3Â
with you. Perhaps this is arsÂ
poetica,4 perhaps some new ageÂ
lunacy. I am looking for clocks,5Â
but I only find mirrors. And I stareÂ
and I stare and I watch6and there areÂ
carnations on the stoops that the ghosts7Â
planted. I spoke with the birds. We madeÂ
eye contact. I stretched out on expandedÂ
wings, my legs on feathers,8and I fellÂ
asleep.9I slipped in oiled water in Â
between clouds of silver Mylar10Â
balloons. The artist is still inÂ
the room and the art11 is stillÂ
turning after all these Â
years and someoneÂ
is watchingÂ
from the cornerÂ
and to tell the truth12Â
I13 don’t much feel likeÂ
being animalia14 anymore.Â
1 Do not confuse here the speaker with the authorÂ
2 Of justice, of Libra (the seventh sign of the zodiac), on the counter or in the grocery store aisle 3Ink and blood, ink and bloodÂ
4[ahrz poh-et-i-kuh, ahrs], n. a treatise on the art of poetry or poetics. At some other stage in my life IÂ might have used these footnotes to describe my intentions. Perhaps I still amÂ
5 My friend Caroline tells me all time is religious, that we count months in moons and days of the week in Greek and Norse, in Gods and TitansÂ
6 This is a pun, if you’re interestedÂ
7 The ghost came to her grandmother’s house to do hard work. He planted flowers. He came back four years later in the middle of the night and then the next day. She called the police 8 My legs are feathersÂ
9In the center of the museum on the cushions covered in sheets. Could’ve been dead bodies under there for all I cared but damn was it a good place to rest a whileÂ
10 It’s where I found my reflection deflated on the floorÂ
11 Andy Warhol’s, if we’re being specificÂ
12 I have this strange habit of nail polish scrapings on my floor from months ago, and I can’t help but wonder what these dare to say about the hands that chipped themÂ
13 The speaker, as it turns out, is the authorÂ
14 Kingdom, Phylum, Class, Order, Family, Genus, Species. I no longer identify with these
About the Poet
Adina is a poet, astrologer, and reality TV aficionado currently living in Dallas, TX. She has a degree in Folklore and Mythology and Gener Studies and will soon earn a Masters in Psychology and Spirituality from Columbia. Her work has appeared in The Postscript Journal, Apricity Magazine, The Blueshift Journal, and Tuesday Magazine. In her spare time, you'll typically find her crocheting, browsing Facebook Marketplace for furniture she doesn't need, or playing with other people's pets.