It's amazing how small I am, like a bug, or a beetle, snug under the rug.
It's almost noon and here I am, humming nonsensical symphonies between my teeth.
I do not have the tap water enough
to call Poseidon from the sea.
When you tipped me down the drain,
baby, bathwater and all,
perhaps we should have thought
that I might need a hairdryer.
