I was inside out sad, a chasm that straw through me through past the center of the earth, past the axle of the universe, so beyond night was unbearable, sucking my earphones down and down.
I went flying around with legs in flipping rags, howling and screeching, searchlight for mama. I found flat memory rooms, beige with carpet and broken tick tock’s, people I didn't know doing jigsaw puzzles without hands. No one spoke real words, they yes me but not from an inside place. Their humdrum covered up wax surface so I was part balloon, part buried and the face that was in the room was dead.