I filled my mouth with lace and purple violets
A cocoon of sleep dust, willow wisps and babies' laughs
I held my breath and saved my words so I could watch them hatch
Looking in the mirror for eggshell cracks on my skin
And one night while I was sleeping a crowd of tiny butterflies burst out of me
I dreamed they carried me off with them but when I woke up I was still lying here.
“Good morning,” I said to no one in particular. There was no answer, and there were no tiny winged creatures to carry me off.