October 2009
2 posts
Your picture is still on my wall, on my wall
Your Catfish Friend If I were to live my life in catfish forms in scaffolds of skin and whiskers at the bottom of a pond and you were to come by one evening when the moon was shining down into my dark home and stand there at the edge of my affection and think, “It’s beautiful here by this pond.I wish somebody loved me,” I’d love you and be your catfish friend and...
