It was a gift from Nana. Swimming in his circular tank of water, the fish…
quiet
an unspoken tension
grips us tight
we know he’s there
but we keep quiet
he slows are speech
tears our minds in two
we suffer silently
and we keep quiet
he makes our hands shake
our skin tremble
our bodies quake
but yet, we keep quiet
we take less passionate breaths
entering with less enthusiastically
we still keep quiet
he makes our hair stand up straight
and our hearts jump in unity
our hearts jump as one
and we keep quiet
because we are afraid to speak up