God

I once had a pet, or an idea
that I wanted a pet, I’m no longer
sure exactly, a goldfish, I think, though
I wanted something better, grander, a
cat that looked like a tiger, perhaps, or
the largest god available to boys
of five or six, not this silent gawking
reality, but I took him, and I
named him George, and I found him a tank
to set the boundaries of existence
for his wet life, and I fed him, and I
fed him, and I fed him, and I fed him,
until he died, ’cause either I fed him
too much, or that’s all he was meant to do.

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