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.