In a Room Full of Fish,
Wednesday Night on the Westside
Poems by Diane Willadson
Held by the heels, weighing out full as a squid-fed
wiggling to a tune, while Marcie loads the pipe.
Holding out for a lung-full, hit the hook lazy, took a night
in July, just once and Lucy was blowing bubbles, caught
in a grinning goldfish on the bathroom wallpaper while Sean
held her head above the toilet and dolphins jumped
from the shower curtain. Wasn't long till the tide turned
and the salmon quit fighting. The buck above the couch
escaped the frame, ate crumbs off the coffee table
and joined the others, flopping in moss on the forest floor.