I nailed my feet to the ground
I did not trust gravity
I did not want to float away
My arms tried to fly (they didn’t like that we were rooted)
So I duct taped them to my torso
When my fingers wiggled
I tied them together
A breeze came and blew my hair
I weaved my locks into a tapestry
They could have made good money if they would have sold it
When the birds sang, my ears would hear them
I filled my ears with silly putty
Stuffed cotton balls into my mouth
I sewed my eyes shut
Velcroed my lips together.
Only then could I sleep.