Sun Carp

I can't believe you didn't read my diary.

The pages are still a little heavy

from all the time it spent drifting down

the river, just begging to be fished

out, like a wriggling sun-carp.

And to be truthful I don't know what

a sun-carp is, except that I imagine it

as a particularly shiny fish,

one who would maybe tell you

exactly what you want to hear.