“What were you looking for?”
The storm forced us back inside, but then we left again to lick the lightning.
I met a tiger who gave me a prickly fruit tasting better than wine.
I found it then: a whole world trapped inside my closet behind the hundred or so hanging neckties.
“I’ll get up for you today.”
“Well…what did she say?”
“She gave my money back. Her face turned white.”
And so: sighing, I opened the closet door. I brushed aside my neckties.
We descended the ramp and took our rightful places at the palace, and we never did turn back.
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