#(reposting this in txt format with apologies 4 the undescribed screenshot earlier)

[aeide-thea]

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 drive such lonely thoughts from your mind and suddenly you would be    at peace, and ask yourself, "I wonder if there are any catfish in this pond? It seems like a perfect place for them."

   —Richard Brautigan (1989)

#(reposting this in txt format with apologies 4 the undescribed screenshot earlier) #poetry #richard brautigan #have definitely posted this one on this blog before but. it's good.