There’s a treehouse in my
backyard I like to sit in
when it’s cold & it’s snowing
& the whole world feels empty
& I’d be lying if I said I didn’t
get scared sometimes but i curl
myself into aluminum foil &
imagine you are asleep in
a museum I sleep beside you
& the electricians have wrapped
us in tiny red lights your arms
are koi my legs are an octopus
I think we are becoming
some kind of galaxy.
—Nate Slawson, “You are a Fish” (via thedeadpawn)
(Source: pigmenting, via chadasaurusrex)
