Stuffed Tiger Toy

You’re the Hobbes to my Calvin.

Because we adventure through the mystic woods

with backpacks full of dreams and grilled cheese

and think about life and death and

talk freely.

But really you’re just a projection-

One of my brain’s flashlight

shadow-puppets

dark-edged on the inside of my ceramic skull.

And its a bummer that you don’t exist,

but it doesn't stop the show.

It doesn't stop the gears turning

or my searching eyes flicking almost everywhere

looking for a set of lily-pad pupils, like life-rafts

to hold tight,

to save me from this lonesome flood. 

Reviews

[Breana Seabrooks]

Very good. It shows me just how much we need ourselves to save ourselves

[Anthony J]

Thank you!! I'm glad you enjoyed