dead fish on Bell Road

Bell Road has had a lot of visitors lately:
forest friends, animal spirits,

baby deers and peeved possums,
chipmunks on chases and sedated squirrels;

lying distanced as friends- a sleepover of sorts
with their insides spilled out as if they had
said too many emotional things for the night,

and their hearts had
simply and sentimentally

burst.

Today I saw a dead fish on Bell Road,

as if it had wanted to join the ranks of forest friends

because it thought the ocean was too cold.

(i'm not kidding though, there's a lot of roadkill on bell road and today i did see a fish on the road. it was bizarre). yeah i need to work on my poetry writing but i'll think about it later; we can just call this one a sortof-poem--