Have you ever woken up-

Thousands of miles away from a home you never had?

With the blood of a bird on your hands-

its form resting broken at your feet.

I promise you-

this is normal-

and that you don’t have to look at me

like I am a monster-

I have only fallen down a rabbit hole-

and seen the world through a looking glass-

and the eyes of a dead bird in the snow.

The fog is enough-

to make you lose sight of what is real-

things such as-

Shoes-

Ships-

Sealing Wax-

Cabbages-

Kings-

the Boiling Sea-

and pigs floating on downy white wings.

So my little oyster-

Look into my mind and see yourself;

Or rather, what you could be-

for I am you-

and you are me.

And I live my beautiful life-

so neurotically.