By Elizabeth Hunsberger
If I were a fish, you would dance with me,
Your silvery, scaled marionette
On just a single string.
If I were a fish, you would draw me in,
Playing the reel while I jig at the surface,
Fighting your animal magnetism.
If I were a fish you would hold me,
Examine me with your fingers and eyes,
And toss me back, because I’m not big enough...
...Or perhaps because you truly love me after all.