but nothing I ever gave was good for you;<br />it was like white bread to goldfish.<br />they cram and cram, and it kills them,<br />and they drift in the pool, belly-up,<br />making stunned faces<br />and playing on our guilt<br />as if their own toxic gluttony<br />was not their own fault<br /><br />there you are, still outside the window,<br />still with your hands out, still<br />pallid and fish-eyed, still acting<br />stupidly innocent and starved.