life is an unfamiliar mannequin,
draped with elaborate costumes and
headscarves.
dolled up to look beautiful.

I have the same dream every night. I am falling into the sun.

life is an enigma
pretending to be a riddle
waiting to be solved by someone
with a low Erdos-Bacon number.

life is a swirling whirlpool of circumstance,
a crucified mixture of helpless flowers
an old high school friend
you never want to reunite with.

life is a stranger in paradise,
a utopia for rent.

life is a maelstrom of desire.
a washing machine that eats hope
along with your best pair of socks.

I have the same dream every night. I wake up and I’m alive.