Art Gallery.

A painting made of goldfish entering and exiting the canvas —
closely examined mouths blinking in tandem with the eye:
a scene resembling a set of knitting needles weaving a scarf.
It wasn’t quite a Harry Potter painting, nor the painting kept —
like a teenage diary left under the bed — by the Laura Palmer.
It wasn’t someone disappearing into Van Gogh’s Kurosawa crows.
“I hear the artist wanted to call this, ‘How A Painting is Remembered.’”
But how could you do…