At the Aquarium of the Pacific by Craig Erick Chaffin
I saw a brilliant angelfish whose tail and fins shimmered yellow until it turned and silver spread like an undercoat of fur when stroked against the nap, across its scales. Black as caviar and rimmed with gold, its eyes, though flat as dimes, looked deep as wells. The clownfish cruising by above the shells, its idiotic smile painted bold, passed disinterested as if it’d seen it all before. Maybe. But I've heard fish see only black-and-white, so why this purple puffer and iridescent green parrot fish-- and for whom? It's absurd to credit chance. Either for us or for the light.
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