It was November. It was cold; below the seasonal average, the weather forecast said. The wind swept the dead leaves along in gusts. The sky was a cold, clear blue. Really not the weather to be put ... [+]
in the stream behind your house we absconded with one, he pinched at my cupped palms as we bounded up the stairs into your room we threw the door closed we thought we set him free in your aquarium & we slept that night arms touching bellies still sore from giggling & we woke to a guppy-less aquarium we carried him back in a bucket we couldn't carry that weight with bare hands