I was mourning the death of a pet goldfish
when my dad told me a story
that helped me a little bit.

It is a story that I have told several times
to friends, to a dying dog, to myself,
and once, to my dad.

The story by itself is unnecessary
you could condense it and just say
in capital letters and with no preamble,

I have touched this story at its curves,
those moments when stuff explodes
and everything is less confusing.

I wonder at the yesterday I see in the sky
the stars are here and there
if there is a secret here
I do not know it.


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