Infiltration
One night, you woke in the bear-suit’s dream
The bear-suit dreamed of your striped socks The bear-suit dreamed of your ceiling The bear-suit even dreamed of your parents Your mother, who was bald And your father, who had hair growing from his eyes Quickly, you put your parents in the ceiling And the ceiling in your socks And your socks in her baldness And her baldness in his eyes And then you fastened the dream shut with a red paperclip, which is the moon’s enemy And laughed your way into new leaves
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