So when you wake up you could be dreaming
You never really know.
Soon They are through the door.
Tiny plastic cup – ‘DRINK ME’/’EAT ME’.
Shower is a godsend
Or whatever you call it when god has forsaken you.
Watch a squirrel chase his tail for thirty seven minutes.
The best of the day is then over.
Fifteen minute suicide watch
They drift in slowly
Scrawling on a notebook to confirm you’re alive.
It’s creepier at night
Searchlight through the barred window
Sleep broken, empty dreams interrupted.
Then it’s morning again,
Drink me/Eat me.