Lovely Penguin

by marie gordon

I watched blue tiles
Float in front of me
As I hobbled around
Under the water in the shower

And I wondered as I hit
The side of the wall
And my head went black
If I’m just a little figment

Does the world hold me
In its mind process
Like a novel little idea
That it shows off to fellow systems

Am I a dot of space and time
Do I stand a chance
Against history’s forgetfulness
Or will I smudge into the oblique past

At what point do I wake up
Can I tell someone that
I want to be here under the water
Can someone turn off the moving tiles?

(vision steadies) Thank you

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