nyeeë

 

came up on the mushroom chocolate

and I mean all the way up 

from the basement 

i’m starting to float

through the living room

to the tippity top bedroom

i’m a helium star balloon

and I can see everything!!! 

the cigarette outside

the bouncing curls 

the cats under the bed 

i wonder if everyone is happy

or trying to be 

i see myself in the bedroom 

criss cross apple sauce

in front of a stranger

who shakes hands with my giggles

who shares the same birthday 

who pulls my cards

inflates my prayer for magic