This is called "Chinese Stars."
When I pull open my curtains this morning,
there was a raven on the windowsill.
God, why today?
I had a salad with oranges and Polish roses,
then walked to the church but couldn't find a door.
I bumped into a man who politely offered to steal my money.
I declined.
I didn't have time for nonsense.
I went to the Museum of Torture and the Museum of Sex Machines.
I don't think I learned anything.
Afterwards, I stumbled upon a hot pepper eating contest
and won it.
I think if I had tear ducts, I'd cry a lot.
What if multiple other dimensions
are watching us like fish in an aquarium,
floating around a tiny sunken ship in a bowl of water.
As I get older, I become more and more scared
of what I'm capable of.
My heart's been replaced with a basket of Chinese stars.
I'm the starting quarterback for state
and I'm lost in the mountains.