Goldfish

by Megan Robinson

I used to think that I could swim
How does pain transform?
Living is like a turtle shell growing around a plastic bag
A woman becoming –
If I am an aborted goldfish then I am also a forest floor of fungi
I gave birth to a man with a dolphins tail and a mouth of scissors
The needle stopped me moving
And still I am a woman
A fetus loses its fins at 7 weeks
I can’t tell you I know how to swim

Megan Robinson (she/her/hers) is a writer from Cambridge, UK. She holds an MPhil in Social Anthropology from the University of Cambridge. You can find her on Twitter @megan_molleyflo and Instagram @transientspaces