Poetry: Club Fed


This poem is quite different from the stuff I’ve mostly shared on here to date. I’ve never been the type to spend my time idle, so I’ve never really understood the point of maintaining an aquarium at home. Even though I’ve been totally disabled for over a decade, it took my husband even longer to talk me into it.

"Club Fed" is a poem about meaning and purpose found in life and how it's easy to envy aquarium fish  when you're a human living in the modern world.

I was afraid fish keeping would be like many of his hobbies, where he starts out with a great deal of passion, but one day leaves it behind without a second thought. It isn’t David alone who is like this. I share the same traits. The remnants of each hobby tried ends up stacked on a shelf or hidden in a drawer somewhere until we finally admit it’s better off being donated to someone who will use it. We love things deeply and madly until they start to bore us or we end up in a meltdown of frustration and begin to wonder why we got into such a hassle in the first place.

I remember asking my mother why she didn’t keep the fish tank we had when I was a preschooler and she told me they were a giant pain in the ass to maintain, they were expensive and they were difficult to move. It just wasn’t worth it to have some fish to look at. What purpose did they serve? Somehow this became my own opinion about aquariums, too.

When David was promoted to the department manager over pets at Walmart, our dinner conversation began to be dominated by talk of fish. I quickly came to realize how much he loved and cared for his tiny charges, and how hard he worked to keep them healthy and happy in their temporary home.

When Walmart decided to stop selling fish, he was heartbroken. I knew we had to replace his work fish with some tanks at home. I proposed we make it his birthday present. Over a year later, we now have two and I realize all my reservations about the fish tank were silly.

By and large, I probably get the lion’s share of benefit from these tanks. I find myself staring at them as I pause to think on what I’m writing; when I’m too tired to do anything else or just because their communal drama sucks me in. They’ve even become the topic of my ruminations and in this poem, the topic of my art.

In case you aren’t familiar with the fish I talk about, I recorded 90 seconds of video to share here, so you can meet some of the fish in this poem!

And now, finally, the poem! Your feedback is welcome, as always!

Club Fed

Fish swim and play, oblivious to the artifice.
Do they wonder why they can’t swim 
out beyond the glass? Do they know the barrel
through which they swim is not
a real barrel and anyway what is real?
After all, it exists. Do they remember 
yesterday, when it did not? 
Or the ship in its place that lured
one of them to their death?

They seem happy enough. Curious if the cat
beyond the glass might drop a flurry of food
as it slinks and slithers by, licking his lips.
If the humans do, why would it not?

If it was danger they ever sensed 
in his careful attention, did they learn
with every passing of that swishing tail
that the glass keeps them safe 
from the natural order that would 
otherwise be their fate?

Are they grateful to be saved 
to entertain two humans and a cat?
One stalks them, one throws them
food, the other cleans their tank. 
Their persistent hungry mouths
swarm his hands, nibbling
bacteria we can only fear.
It’s all fodder to a fish.

They dart in and out, sucking and nibbling 
plants whether real or fake,
tip over the snail, who never fails
to hold firmly when an algae wafer’s his aim.
Fishy retribution for making them wait.

All day long the otocinclus cling to walls 
and to plants, sucking away the slime
with hungry little mouths. One oto closely tails 
another, determined to bond despite
the singularity of their work.

Platys and guppies swim and party like a frat, 
play all day long at the top of the tank. 
Cory cats, colorless as cadavers--
our skeleton crew of the tank, eat their way 
across the gravel full from their take.
The mollies travel wherever they like, 
swirling sharkly in grays and blacks
crowding and pursuing with bites.

To each fish an order and all in its place.
Ahh, to be a fish with such a fate.
Never comes the questions of who will I be? 
 or what will we eat? Every meal  
served twice daily at ten and eight.
Where all have a job, an order, a place. 

by Michelle Beltano Curtis
A Quote from "Club Fed" by Michelle Beltano Curtis. Poetry, entertainment, reading, fish, aquariums, hobbies, lessons in life.
A quote from “Club Fed”

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9 thoughts on “Poetry: Club Fed

  1. Firstly, I think I could watch that video of your fishtank on a loop for hours. It’s so relaxing! We used to have fishtanks when I was much younger and I loved feeding the fishies, talking to them & watching them moving around without a care in the world. But I kept seeing odd fish floating or sinking, lifeless bodies that started to haunt me. I couldn’t figure out why they would die and it used to make me so damn sad!

    Secondly, I love the poem. It’s highly descriptive and conjures the imagery perfectly. I especially love the darker part here ‘Cory cats, colorless as cadavers- our skeleton crew of the tank’. Amazing! xx

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  2. Thank you for admitting that. I find it really hard, too. My husband cares, but it doesn’t seem to affect him quite the same way. It’s really hard to shake off at times. I’m glad you still enjoyed the video and the poem. You’d be amazed by the number of aquarium videos on YouTube! Perhaps the best way to enjoy the relaxing benefits without the trauma! Xx

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  3. I enjoyed both the story behind the poem and the poem, Michelle. I grew up with a fish tank but haven’t kept one. Too much responsibility at this time in my life. But they are beautiful and mesmerizing. Enjoy them. 🙂

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  4. It’s a great perk you have got by gifting him the aquarium. In fact, it’s a win-win situation. He loves to care for the fish and you love to watch them. I love it❤ I hope he continues to enjoy working and caring for them! Enjoy them👍

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