The God in Us Wishes to Live

Beautiful goldfish.

eyes upon wide this world, our visitor

without a claw

only a reflex,

a fist to close on a finger


that isn't there,

telling me you need Yoga

because daddy never noticed.

At ten you were a sugar freak.

At fifteen your mother starved you

because your breasts were too big.

Now you fast and love the Swami,

peck at fruits, grams,

hungry all the time.

The body hangs by its feet weightless