smile

the numbers on the receipt, do not add up to the number of branches
stemming from my ears.
the man staring at me from the photo looks creepy.  but he's really not.
shh
when i drift off into sleep, sometimes my plastic globe creaks and my curtains rustle.
is there someone in here?
the arches whisper
the doorframes giggle
and the floors groan.
smile

the world is alive, and envelops us like a tepid, glittering worm.

-Pamplemousse