can it come in jars?
no, does it
in dozens, that’s what you mean
she thinks, dreaming
but zero gravity
condenses nothing
least of all
the feeling of
being swept off your feet
which she’s always considered
a strange expression
as she imagines
a giant-sized broom
would be needed
and what is she even? a dust bunny
hiding beneath
a castle wardrobe
quivering
gnashing her rabbit-sized teeth?
but in any case
there’s a sense of falling
like in those dreams
where you jar yourself awake
wondering
what’s my name, why’m I here
and what is this hideous place?
before conscious thought
sets in
fossilized
and everything wild
and wonder-touched
dissolves
like a drop of ink
in a dish of milk
and the cat tastes nothing
fishy