Wishes for Fishes

I wish I could paint glass.
And the way it breaks into
long smooth slabs.
The way my eyes
jump and jump off the
reflections in the glass.
Very slow. Trying to go fast.
There it is on the street, blinkring
quietly. Who threw that. You or me.

I wish I could paint how it is to get off
The train to get to his house.
Leading down the street
with my chest like
He were pulling me there
With a rod.
I wish I were a river cod
Just swimming to his hands. Then
he set me loose again.