by Vera Salter 

Help me stop the baby in the blue onesie

from reaching the fireplace flames.

 

It's disgusting how hard it is 

to get my puny arms into my t-shirt.

 

There is a dead hobby horse 

on the glass table outside.

 

My brain is a scattered handful

of cotton seeds.

 

Do you see the man climbing

the electric pole? 

 

Are you sure the spider 

on the floor is real?