Last night, I dreamt that all my teeth fell
out of my head,
grew back and then fell out again,
while blue copper wires snaked their way
into my veins.
Everyone I know smells like warm milk and lavender.
Everyone I know breeds cancer bats.
These mood swings make me feel ashamed…
Like porcelain, dropped from
a great height
or cinnamon across a windowpane.
