Your Catfish Friend by Richard Brautigan

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
The Pill Versus the Springhill Mine Disaster

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