POEM FOR FUCKING A FISH

My towering green miracle.
My slimy, socially inept monster.
My scaly co-dependent amphibian.
My lover made of moss, rising from the waters,
brushing tiny shrimp off of your shoulders.

You’re so cute today!
You’re so sexy!
Let’s go for a walk.

Take my hand & don’t hold on too tight
because the last time it left a little bruise.
Not a big deal, just a little one!
Love You :)

I have an idea! Let’s take the scenic route & then fuck on a bench.
Okay, you’re very shy. Okay. That’s fine. We don’t have to
do that today. We can just talk.
I love day time dates!

Who needs a drink. I don’t, ha.
You’re right it is too hot. You’re right, the last time
We went dancing people couldn’t stop staring at us because I had you dressed up as a
grandmother & put a little scarf around your head & everyone was like “why does your
grandmother have scales? why are you dutty wining with your grandmother?”
That was a lot for us. Do You want me
to pick you up something from the store?
I know you love Go-Gurt & that’s hard to find these days but
I can go & I can look for you.
You’re not hungry?

I actually don’t ever know what you’re trying to say
because of the inherent difference in the way our mouths move.
Mine moves up & down & yours is like, a blinding ray of light.
We can just sit here.
This is all I need.
You are so cold but it makes me feel warmer?
You are so green & it makes me blush. When I look at you, my hymen grows back.

Hymens aren’t even real.
Neither are You.
Hold me.

Push the hair back from my ear.
Put your mouth-hole to my brow.
How You make the blood run to my cheeks.
How you make my heart roll down a grassy knoll
in a day that never ends.

I wish I could watch a video of us
watching a video of us.
Your butt is so cute I could bite it.
Your laugh is so adorable I could
lock it in the basement & visit it on evenings & weekends.

I’ll adjust all of the furniture in my house so you can sit in it & dream of being somewhere else.
I’ll kill neighborhood animals & store them in the freezer to keep your blood sugar balanced.

I’ll put salt & mysterious green formula into your bathwater everyday so the air won’t drown you.

My ocean with legs.
My oak tree with a dick.
My horny haunted house.
Oh,
I could sing about You.

Melissa Lozada-Oliva is a writer & the co-host of the podcast Say More with Olivia Gatwood. She is the author of peluda (Button Poetry 2017) Her poems have appeared in Redivider, Muzzle, REMEZCLA, BBC Mundo, Breakbeat Poets & more. She lives in Brooklyn.