Everything at once, reflected


upside down


in a spoon. And another


pool of night droops


across the sky


I am underneath


sometimes begging


for miniature explosions


and a new disguise.


Canoes and yellow dreams.


There were boats in the streets


after the flood


but our houses


did not resemble islands.


I swam for days.


And everything swam


like a cloud, falling apart


for no good reason but to fall.