I scratch my head, befuddled
and rattled, just a bit.
groups of three arriving soon,
extra packet of sugar inching
deeper into singularity’s core,
rainfall shines off tiny teeth.
I shouldn’t see the surprise,
mattress stuffed with old news.
foam laughing on a flat surface,
breaking into stairs the way
eyes become lime green flashlights,
extrapolating truth from debate.
I continue to walk cautiously
like children hiding candy.
Cat No. 83 of the 500 Cats Project