Floating beside the galaxy

Stars dripping from my mattress

The moon – dangling from strings tied to my bedpost

Dangling like puppets

Neon gas befriending me.

Like walking through an acid fog.

My feet hanging off the edge and enjoying the universe.

The butterflies on my bedspread float away

Wings flapping like paper dolls

The flowers on my bedspread bloom

So I am lying in a field of daisies

In the middle of outer space.

The polka dots on my bedspread rise

And become constellations

A queen on her throne;

A child swinging;

A Ferris wheel;

A couple;

The polka-dot-stars float away

And drift towards the icy moon of Uranus

Miranda and Ariel dance.

The polka-dot-stars drift on

Past the has-been Pluto

And further.

I lay in this field of daisies

Pointing out constellations

To the nobody lying beside me.

I want to bury my head under water

So that everything is muffled

So that the people standing above me

Are nothing but a blur

And the words they are saying

Is nothing but monotone babbling.

I want the water to eclipse my thoughts

I want it to fill my ears

And drip into my mind

Like a river running from earlobe

To earlobe.

I want to look up

And see the light

I want to be blinded by it

And let the chlorine burn into my iris.

I want my muscles to struggle

Just a little bit more

As my limbs move about

I want to bury my head under water

For just a second

And escape that reality floating above me.

And maybe

If I’m lucky –

When I do emerge from the pool

The water will have clogged my ears

So that I cannot hear you speaking clearly

So that your words are muffled

And your voice sounds different

& then, maybe

If I’m lucky

I’ll forget who you are

And what you did

And the past we had