Fortune Walkup
When I decided to get the smile of a Cheshire cat
tattooed on my inner upper lip.
He mixed up the colors.
When I went to the ATM
there was a hole behind the machine-
I squeezed my shoulders through-
to a room full of unfamiliar friends.
The crawl space had recently been remodeled.
I did some things there that I forget-
then I went out a window.
Through the outer forest.
Out my inner ear.
Dank sticky cinema-
a jumbo fan blowing
propaganda in the dark.
He had been waiting for hours.
To scratch my surface
To fill it with glow.