I Won a Fish at the County Fair

by Elizabeth Bodi

It wasn’t gold or even close,
but more an apricot.  No name
because come morning he’ll succumb
to fate, this transitory spoil
of war, water-bound, unaware
his life was meant for trade and pure
commodity.  I thought his eyes,
alive and bulging, tunneled straight
towards the guilty fact that he
was second-rate at best, because
the shiny car with racing stripes
was what I wanted most.  But now,
I’m left with life I never wanted,
a warden for a while, until
the scales no longer shine for light
and I am left, the bearer of
an afterlife.

Elizabeth Bodi is an MFA Poetry student at George Mason University. She currently lives in northern Virginia.