Sheet Street



Animal sheets
toppling over with stubborn books and lonely socks
fighting to hold the world together
with pritt glue and cello tape.
Dry eye one girl crusades in mango trees and dictionaries.
Crisp white sheets
in long wooded rooms that soak up cold water mornings
greeting impossible sunrises.
A green cage chattering with broken winged grey cockatoos
Green stripped sheets
Harbor a fervor like a sickness.
Eager Fanta bubbles always rising always racing.
Orange flares against loved skies,
skies clouded with lame sheep and potato chips.
Star patterned sheets
Drenched in hopes and overnight mascara
revolving doors littered with change
rattling already nauseous nerves.
Going around in vertigo dresses
worn to a hopeful uncertain exit.

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