the goldfish floated like silk
at the top of their tank.
you were asleep
in a coral pink
oversized chair, so
I retired to the bath.
once out of my clothes,
I stepped in quietly,
disappeared below
the milky surface.
the vineyards on
the other side
of the glass
are encased in ice.
the winter
swallowed
them whole.
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