“What did you have for breakfast?”
Cereal with milk, I think.
“Toast with Nutella,” I blurt out.
Just another innocuous lie
You believe it.
Why wouldn’t you

So
I begin alter reality
In small ways

Soon
I reconstruct my life

One day
I am Ford Prefect
No longer awkward, towel always present, the number 42
memorized

While on other days,
I am the smallest non-bonded hydrogen atom
Enjoying anonymity,
Hiding everywhere, being everything, finally fully
Present.

One day
I am caught
My yet-uncreated self
Snagged in thorny lies
By days I forgot
To distort

I cease to
exist