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Tracy Jarvis says of this poem, “I wrote it last night, unable to sleep. I realised I’m stuck in one big T.O.T (T.O.T.E without the exit) and I don’t know how to exit? Its like I’m trying to get something, and I realised I’ve had enough. I’m considering an exit and it feels rather scary. Maybe some more fish, a bigger fish tank or the ocean….the possibilities seem endless…”

Goldfish!

The bowl is round
The sand is yellow
There is a piece of seaweed

You are well looked after
Your water is changed
And you are well fed

You swim

The bowl is round
The sand is yellow
There is a piece of seaweed

You play

The bowl is round
The sand is yellow
There is a piece of seaweed

You dance

The bowl is round
The sand is yellow
There is a piece of seaweed

You look at yourself.

“Did it ever ocur to you that
The bowl is round
The sand is yellow
There is a piece of seaweed”