Under The Microscope

inspired by a dream

I’m working on a school project with Austin N.

I’m 85% sure it’s Austin N.

We’re inventing some type of cream food.

I’m 100% sure I invented whipped cream.

We’re assigned a topic, we’re assigned a partner

A sign of true ho-hum

Well how did we get here?

The school bus of course.

 

Not the magic school bus, of course.

That would make this too magical.

 

He’s an overachiever, but I was his friend.

Until I got on an airplane to go back to college-

I was in college.

 

Before you know it, some kid named Jacob is trying to show off

ends up taking me to some old lady dressed as an old man.

An old lady dressed as an old man who was really a fairy godmother.

She knows Vienna waits for her.

She let us sleep in her basement though and that was very kind even though

I’m not a princess nor do I have any magic beans for magic stalks.

 

Six years later and it’s that.

That for certain made me know this was real.

 

Next thing you know, my friend Leif is showing us some rocks.

Rocks from my biology teacher in high school.

Rocks are real, my teacher said so.

Because you can see them under the microscope at the science museum.

But I don’t think I can see you under a microscope.

She also said she married Elvis

and I wouldn’t believe her had she said anyone else.

 

I’m in the candy store,

I know I didn’t take the school bus here.

I look around and all I see are “extras”

Blurred faces of people I’ve never met and will never know.

That’s true.

 

I’m picking up a chocolate bar when I see them under a microscope.

I want to see

I want to know if I’m real

Except she didn’t know that under his black hood, he wasn’t he,

and if she wanted to peek all she had to do was blink