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Eulogy for a Goldfish

Writer: Zoë VorisekZoë Vorisek

by Zoë Vorisek

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I dig up a shameful thought in the backyard           

say the right to grief is a disservice to the living

churning a dead poem I carve into a withering tree

we stand around a bowl—octagon yellow

 

say the right to grief is a disservice to the living

Satan says, what’s the point? I say, eat the question

we stand around a bowl—octagon yellow

clean the fishbowl spit out the I & split the point

 

Satan says, what’s the point? I say, eat the question

Satan says, do you want to see? I see— words

clean the fishbowl spit out the I & split the point

the what wraps around my tongue hides in the line

 

Satan says, do you want to see? I see—words

say the right to grief is a disservice to the living

the what wraps around my tongue hides in the line

please Satan says, words are enough! I say, even the wrong ones?


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Zoë Vorisek


Zoë Vorisek is a graduate of Harvard College and an MFA candidate in poetry at Brooklyn College. She received the 2024 Himan Brown Poetry Award and the Hogan Greta Buchwald Fellowship. Her work has appeared in Oddball Magazine and Eunoia Review.

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