we sit in front of the factory drinking seltzer
& talking about hunger. when we were kids,
we accidentally fed our goldfish to death.
filled the surface with flakes & watched them
swallow & swallow & swallow until their bodies
were no longer their own. you ask me how to make enough money.
the seltzer is peach flavor. tastes like hallways.
i want to be a guilt free person. someone who
doesn't replay each conversation we have for years after.
am i a good sibling? why don't i have any answers?
i pretend the seltzer is a can of real fruit & that i am feasting.
i drink quickly. you crush your can under your shoe.