On the corner of empire and Barry Hertzog.

My fish is dying. 

It floats sideways sometimes

gulping at nothing but the 

pure, white absoluteness of 

water in which its life is planted.

Sometimes i just sit and stare at it -

wondering how i let it get this bad, 

the slow floating. 

I stir the water with my finger 

and watch as it's 

taken up by the movement

involuntarily.

Each time its wild eye comes

round the fish tank in what i think is panic

i catch it with my own

and we end up staring again

but this time to the cycling end

of swirling water. 

I don't think i'm good with fish. 

Worst part is, i don't think anyone knows.