I'm floating in on a razor edge of light
it's curving
bending
I see a rainbow of colors
reaching to touch them
my hand pushes through a wall
I enter a room...
I hear "pattering"
What is that sound?
The view is so strange down here.
I'm running from the little people now
children of the corn
(nephews, and nieces)
being given free reign to catch me
they want to hang me upside down by my tail.
I'm hiding under a bench now
smelling the stench of cheap perfume...
I listen to Aunt Bee ***** about the time
she loaned me five dollars
along with her beater gas guzzling pig car
that I returned to her on empty
when I was 21
I still can't believe you're all here...
(we haven't talked to each other in years)
I wasn't supposed to talk to that family member
because you hated them for this reason -- or that...
I forget
I'm making a run across the room
panting..
I skid across the slippery hardwood floors, and tumble
rolling up on my small belly...
I sniff Uncle Hank's shoes
they remind me of fine leather, and expensive cigars...
he's reaching down to pet me
I'm licking his fingers...
they taste like the fried chicken he just ate
he's pushing the hair out of my eyes
patting my head, and smiling -- I hear him say,
"Good puppy"
I always liked him...
he never complained about anything.