I have a pet fish.
It loves me so much.
It demands only to swim in my saliva.
Sometimes if the mood takes me,
I fill my mouth with spit,
Letting it swim around.
I can feel it skim my tongue,

Flickering on my tip
Excitable wrongness
I know it wants me to swallow,
Be patient.
I’m not ready for you to enter my body
Yet.