As we looked out over the beach she said ‘I wish that we were
in the sky’
I said ‘like moons? Just you and I?
She said ‘Well, she could be there too, you know I’m not the
jealous type’
I said
Well
If I were the moon
And you were the moon
And she was the moon
Then there would be too many moons
Besides,
The sea would go all weird and a...ll the fish would die
She said ‘I don’t think I want to see you anymore’
It was understandable – I wouldn’t want all those deaths on
my conscience
And just think of the jellyfish
Poor spineless bastards, things are hard enough for
them as it is.
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