DJ Fish

Professor mimes swimming, explaining this week’s assignment

Opera sounds through the wall and all I can think about is the

Past, how I used to raise my voice in dramatic song, give that

Pitch vibrato. Pitches love vibrato. Now breathy air invades the

Space between the waves, the notes slip out of tune, they sound

Kind of blue like a scratchy old vinyl record spinning somberly at

Thirty-three rotations per minute. Spins as life does, in circles and

Cycles, doomed to repeat until the DJ has mercy and graces your

Ears with the next movement. All I ask is that He plays something

Danceable, something fun, something that breathes life into this

Tired body, this weary spirit who longs to crack this hardened shell

Around her heart, swim like a fish through shadows deep, salty

Ocean hurting wounds to heal, back into the light. But alas, the

Light only touches the surface and that’s not where I wish to dwell.