the luminosity of fish

the scarlet fish that swims around my
fishbowl esophagus

can see out through the pores of my skin
growing and growing
a bulge in my throat that
keeps me from speaking the words
you want to hear

…that madness that lured you to me like an
angler fish from the depths of my memory,

dark, murky, cold.

yet so, so luminous.