Found your face in a fish bowl,
Lips now fade to the color of the rings around your eyes,
Said you wanted to sleep with the fishes,
Caught in fishnets,
Locked in a snow globe,
Wrapped in a slow red tornado,
Surrounded by crumbs of light,
Floating,
Your feet never touched the ground,
I wish I could say you were doing hand stands,
I could have sworn you had gills,
For how long you held your breath,
Just laid there,
Motionless