Guidebooks

the fish is not responsive,
neither is the fellow across from me
who is wrapped in what looks like
a bath towel; not sure how
he got in the house.
he stumbled in this afternoon
with a dog wrapped in a thunder
blanket; they are both a bit odd.
back to the fish.
he didn’t respond when I asked
what to write about tonight.
not very appreciative for all I
have done for him, rescuing him
from the tank with all the
dead floating goldfish that
the customers can’t see
(hidden as the tank is, in
a dark corner)
the Paris guidebook says I should
have booked the hotel two months
ago; the fish didn’t tell me that
either.
the help is not reliable around here.