I have a secret —
no, I am not a spy.
Instead, I have gills,
and I can’t cry.
When you scream and shout,
I switch on my gills —
like a rainbow-coloured trout.
Off I go, splashing into the blue —
cold or warm,
all will do.
The water beckons
when you try to pull me —
like a tug of war,
but the water wins.
I jump into it.
I can’t breathe —
but for an eternity,
I feel free.
Out come my gills
and save me from life.
Now I am in vacuum,
but the stillness is rife —
rife with no minds,
wandering aimlessly but
in a line.
A fellow “no-mind” looks at me
with dead and stony eyes.
I look at him and follow him
to a cave of wonders nearby.
The cave of wonders — I enter.
I see some things left over:
a sorry note.
I know who wrote.
Before I can open,
the note talks back.
I remember watching something
like this
in a movie track.
But this one’s feisty
and doesn’t destroy —
she opens her mouth,
begins her tirade:
“You coward, Curio —
you keep jumping into the blue!
Go back and fight,
and make them treat you right.
I’m thinking — wasn’t this a sorry note?”
The note says, “Well, read the footnote.
It says sorry note —
but the footnote says not.”
I shake my head,
pleading — “No, no, let me stay.
It’s so peaceful and blue out here —
outside of here is,
more than I can bear.”
The note is angry,
sputtering curses at me.
I run from her,
but she won’t let me be.
“Damn it — you mouthy note!
This place is so humongous!
I want to live here forever —
what’s the fuss?”
She looks at me and blurts:
“You have no papers
or permits for your stay.
You are a nuisance —
we don’t want your kind
in our way.”
I shout,
“What papers?! I have gills, can’t you see?
I am just like you!”
“No, you are not,” she says.
“You are outside of the blue.
You faked some gills —
this is illegal.
Leave, or be sued.”
So I leave the blue,
thinking —
no peace, nowhere,
no matter what I do.
But my gills prompt me,
tell me —
go fishing tomorrow, Curio.
Use a fake paper
to bait the note from the blue.
-Curio Athena

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