Gills

4. She can’t pick up goldfish with her bare hands but she can pick
up thrill with her smile she is ecstasy. She keeps my heart wild. I
see sure takes of film when I watch her she mends my applause when
it weakens she sews me true callings surrounding my ceiling
developing distance learning laughter and forgetting we’re going to
die. We’re a pulse-betting game, you and I. Jackpot steals the
winner. The winner wins heaven when heavens out of town. Of course
the winner wins. Of course she can’t pick up the goldfish she can
see their pulsing hearts such red greatness such good life in that
water heart through gills of guilt mottos of triangular sins of
course the winner wins of course the winner wins of course the
winner wins.