rearranging the pillows,
when suddenly the door
swung open and let in a chill.
A light leaked in, I shivered.
“Leave me be,” as I closed my eyes,
“I’ve had enough of this peer pressure.
I don’t want to go to Disneyland. I’ve
only ever wanted to lie in the grass
drink myself to sleep and let time
sail over me until all of my days
have reached their neat little end.”
The earth was twirling beneath me
when I opened my eyes to discover
that I was twirling in a cup of tea,
in a sea of sugar and buoyancy,
and when the light creeped back
to whence it came, the fireworks
were seminal, smile inevitable.
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