Images, dreams, wants, needs, wishes,
scents of coffee and apples and nuts.
Felines stacked on tops of lego lengths
of dully lacquered piano benches.
Nicks in my brain should have been filled in by peanut butter.
But instead, my heart was taken for granted;
and out I came, with a grapefruit under each arm,
wondering how I got into this castle
and why I would ever want to get out.
The cage door slammed shut
and I heard nothing after that.
I didn’t know what fighting meant.
The last drink gave me a virtue.
How I got there, anyone’s guess.
How long will I stay?
As long as I still want myself.