fishy

I take the school bus home every night. Only I’m not in school any more, and it’s not a bus either. Concepts.
I fold myself into the too-small van and surrender my posture, like a sardine in an airy tin. That’s a clashing concept.
If you tilt the can, and pour me out: is that tomato sauce covering me, or blood coming out of me? Abstractions.
I am a fish travelling in tins to various dinner places, and it’s tiresome to bleed when you are bitten into.
So yes, I am bleeding.
But I’m also home right now, healing, like the vampires in True Blood.
Yes, I have been watching True Blood,
but it’s also true that I took the school bus home last night. Only I’m not in school any more, and it’s not a bus either.
Fishy.