by John McKernan
The one you said you would watch
While I visited my uncle at the hospital
The thin fish whose neon yellow side stripe
Curved to the initial J For me
Around its left eye
I trusted you
Because you used distilled water
Because you placed a statue
Of the Buddha in your aquarium
I should have remembered
The curlicues of marijuana in your hair
Your daughter’s story about the matches
Your mother’s silence at the grocery store
Your laughter when I used the word heroin
You killed my blue skipper and laughed
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