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Lobster Tank

A short, funny, blue-lit moment in the seafood aisle — about eye contact, existential dread, and toaster waffles.

Those lobsters watched me too directly
through bubbling seafood prison walls.

One waved a claw dramatically
like demanding legal representation.

I suddenly felt emotionally responsible
for creatures I never planned to buy.

The tank glowed blue with strange sadness
between avocados and frozen peas.

Why do grocery stores casually display
underwater existential dread?

One lobster blinked with ancient wisdom
while I bought toaster waffles nearby.

And honestly? I avoid eye contact
with the seafood section now.

One waved a claw dramatically
like demanding legal representation.

Poem by Kiana Jimenez · Poetic Bipolar Mind

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