• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 02

The Incongruous Medaka

In the ship with silver wings,
that sails the star-filled firmament,
there is a fish;
a blue-green, slinky,
almost neon fish;
a ship that flies
above the blue-green earth.

Does he look
with wistful eyes
upon the deep,
so very far below,
or does he exult
in knowing he’s
one of the few
to have escaped
this fragile goldfish bowl.