If I stare long enough into the plaster,
the smudges of dirt-stained punches and food splatter
They begin to move inward--spiraling
Faster the more blankly I stare.

The walls waver, and I'm convinced they will fall.
The carpet waves and melts together
The floor is made of lava and I cannot stand.
I laugh at nothing funny.

I feel my hands and look at the two handfuls of fingers I have.
I wiggle my toes and dicsect my shoe to extract a foot
Inspecting, the foot feels detached and big--i hug it.

My legs and arms are heavy,
My eyes fall to the floor, rolling
And my pants are too tight
Then suddenly,
I feel free
Until a voice echoes at me:
"Come back and put some pants on!"