You know those gladiators
with the fishnets and tridents?
Those nets are weighted, right?
I think one is layered over me,
dragging me down to the dust
grime in my mouth can’t spit
it out muscles are mush
bones are old and heavy
reach for the trident
can I lift myself?
What if there were a machine
that tracked your feelings?
You know, like the heart monitor
in those doctor shows?
Blips and beeps,
mountains and valleys.
Elizabeth can be brown or blond
Peter is a good guy name
Robert sounds like a furry bear coat
Cynthia is yellow flowers woven through brown lattice
What if unicorns only ate gummy bears?
What if two plus two sometimes didn’t equal four?
What if God created penguins to compensate
for the nasty creatures like mosquitoes?
What if everybody sees red differently
and we’ve just learned to call that shade the same thing?
What if termites hate the taste of wood?
What if the Eiffel Tower were inverted into the earth?
Go ahead and score a line
from my collarbone to my navel
Go ahead and rip me open
Expose all the nasty squishy
pieces nobody wanted to see
Maybe then I’ll feel something
Tip-toe through the jello
of my mind. Avoid touching
the walls. They jiggle.
I watched a movie
where the car ran on rutabagas
Well the car can have them
What if a car used daisies
for fuel? Maybe more competition
I hope the exhaust smells better