Descending into

 

Horizontal

Not knowing anything at all

Eighteen fish in a circle

Protractor sky

 

Introverted

Always afraid I’m a battery

Dripping magenta cliffsides

Moonglow pistol

 

Upside-down-verted

Puddle of mayfly children

Floating steps and I

Don’t like those shapes anymore

Breaking them up with

Why can’t we switch the air and the ocean?

I want a dress made of shark feathers

Tiny grey wings on a cup of coffee

Sweet, sweet, bitter

Feeling on my tongue like a dark room where you can’t find the windows

And you realize you don’t even know if there are any windows

And you feel like switching everything

So you can be outside the room and know

Why do some windows show things that aren’t real at all?

I don’t want to think about that anymore.

 

Lollipops made of butterflies

That taste like the little yellow flowers we found

When we used to play behind the power plant

Warm, sunshining flowers

They feel like the reflection on your chin that tells you if you are in love

It told me I was in love,

Once

What is the word for feeling like a book character where the things that happened are 

explained and you try to remember those things but it feels like you weren’t really

            there and it seems like it didn’t happen at all?

 

…Is that a word?

 

maybe not