2 September 2004 | Vol. 4, No. 3
8 guppies died
in a pale yellow Tupperware bowl on the way into Boston that's 8 out of 22 sounds like a lot but better to die (I reason) in a pale yellow Tupperware bowl on the way into Boston than in your mother's gut which often happens with baby guppies apparently
About the author:
Michael Estabrook is a Marketing Communications Manager for a tiny division of a gigantic billions-of-dollars company, "and man, going into an office every day can be excruciating. The stuffy air, the florescent lights are killing me," he says. "Thankfully I can retire in 10 or 15 years. But I still think that somehow I've got to get myself on some boat collecting phytoplankton, or into the rich brown hills of Montana searching for TRex bones. Then again, maybe I simply should've stayed on Northfield Avenue where I belong and learned to fix cars like my Daddy did."
For further reading:
See the complete list of work by Michael Estabrook at 42opus. Browse the contents of 42opus Vol. 4, No. 3, where "8 guppies died" ran on September 2, 2004. List other work with these same labels: poetry, prose poem, light verse.
