Immigrants

Wednesday Poem (Audio)

Immigrants

There are fish swimming just above my ceiling
under the feet of the tenants on the second floor
I can hear them swirling the water
with each thrust of a fin, with each
slap of a gill, I can guess they aren’t big
probably the size of pennies
copper, green and orange
but making a lot of noise
And sometimes the tenants upstairs
clog in Appalachian fashion
and the fish get really pissed-off
and whisk up a buzz about it—to each other
but I can hear them.

They say, “Jesus Christ,
I can’t believe I left the Amazon
for this.”

(An Intimate Retribution. Wigestran

d forlag, 2009)

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