DREAM IN WHICH I AM TOO BIG FOR MY MIND

what could I say about the glass box

after I realized there were holes

for breathing after holes for seeing

after the sky was all around the sky

sealed in after I realized I was not

the surprise pop-up toy after the hummingbird

was a clearwing moth after research after looking

became another form of disappointment

and after the little figurine was in my hands

after it sprung to action after it mimed itself into

a transparent cube after I loomed above myself

after I wondered what kind of specimen I was

the one cracking myself open to see inside

the one stretched thin to hold myself shut