my head's stuck in a goldfish bowl
and goldfish are swirling around me.

it's hard to breathe here.
hey, look
there go the air bubbles,
escaping from my lips!

i'm just another person
and no one can see my goldfish
bowl of a head.

not until they meet me,
though.

and usually they avoid me
once they've seen
the goldfish bowl.

that's okay, because even though
it's hard to breathe,
i like it here.

i like it very much.