A toadstool ate a pumpkin
bloomed into a snake
that shed its skin --
riveting
it happened
under the scorching sun
dry heat, dust whips
I fell into hysteria.
Twisted gut, warped vision
open mouth, endorphins
to hit a wall of sea-weed
wrapping, held down
in blue, blue bubbles
floating
to surface
crooning to moon:
help me to stop
laughing
The little pumpkin hand
reached for the spoon
to taste
It was not hunger
for the meal
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 