The desert
seeps under the bedroom door
even my imaginary friend
doesn't want to know
me no
more.
The bottomless depths
of an ocean
moved in last week
'Only for a week...you understand? '
But, there's no sign
of it
moving out
again!
My shadow's
disowned me.
The Himaylayas
have taken over the kitchen.
I can't even begin to scale
the heights of the depths
of their depravity.
And they never
wash up!
I am beside
myself
to know what
to do.
And that's why
I'm asking you
'What would you do
in my situation? '
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-situation-for-ruthie/
