my shoe's untied., jellyfish

jellyfish

She told me what a jellyfish felt like.

Like something fallen out of the sky,

something made malleable

by the planets spinning around it.

Warm, glowing, and wet.

And I breathed into her

so that she could live underwater or in outer space,

because her heart is a traveling song,

carrying me in the passenger seat.

While she drives,

I’ll look up at the stars,

and try to pick out the jellyfish.