a yellow brick fish bowl.

my moments continue leaping out of control and wrenching my spirits 
like little opal fish that just want out

these fish want to fly and swallow
every hue of blue in the sky 
because all they can see is yellow and drowning
a crayon sun
the yellowing while you die
cheesy
petals
ducks
rainboots
eggs
they just want out
the water is boiling and they're losing their sheen 
and what does too much or love even mean?
it means all of the blues and more
these intelligent fish know this and it is good and true
all all all all all of the blues 
and more 
make up my moments here
home for all the little opal fishes hurts the most
yellow is 
teeny tiny betrayals like cracks and masking tape
yellow
longing for trust and being confused 
but happy that it's something
something more yours than anything else has ever been
the only thing
yours
and you're loving it 
and isn't that the why?
these are my opal moments that fly
my only moments flying away and away and away


only daughter: you got your ticket too soon
holy water, 'cause everybody's getting ruined
they are waiting to see what you do
with no regard to you at all... they'll dress you up for the fight
like ophelia, you'll wave goodnight
with earth and sky you'll cheer and sigh, writhe as all your days go by
and laugh as you die
you know down in dirty water is no place for a paper doll ~ r.y.