Paper Cuts

 
I’ve relocated…

(baggage found & boxes unpacked)

‘moved right in with Pandora

(our sometimes cat, too)

and woo, Nellie!

is there some shit in this house!

An abysmal stink emanates from the basement, to the nursery, to the attic,
 
 
 
(which seems appropriate given the circumstances)

and though I generally like playing with

Pan’s things…

I do!

(Dora, Dora = the Explor-ah)

I wish I could find the way outside of this “funhouse”

its

freak show reflections,

Ames rooms,

and infinite Escher stairs

are made of cards, and

quite likely to blow over

if jarred.

©Karen Robiscoe