You collected me in your DatsunPurple, I think.
Tape player on the dashboard
playing Dire Straits
as we drove to the Ekka.
Dagwood dogs and sample bags
You carried my favourites,
cherry ripe and freddo.
Walking around sideshow alley
we held hands.
You won a goldfish
after scooping it out of a tank.
We had to carry it around,
swimming in a plastic bag
filled with water
knot in the top.
The fish came with us
on the ferris wheel.
We took turns holding it
while eating strawberry ice-creams
and watching the fireworks.
When I got home
I put it in the tank
with my sister’s fish
but it grew a lump on its head
and died a few weeks later.
© the dishonest woman
