The Dawn of a Decemberist

You know what I mean---

you do, even if you say you don't---you do because you do

and you were the contractions

and you were the reason for the contraptions

Isn't everything make believe?

the make believe?

of course it is and if you say otherwise then you are just a follower who sits at the altar of Houdini

which would make you some kind of optimist by default---

I suppose

But so often, my suppositions were deemed silliness---

but I was a very serious girl who didn't believe everything I read

especially these grand misconceptions that people breathe into our noses

and through our mouths

making our cheeks puffy with gluttony and senseless gossip

We were all shapeshifting and such---

and somewhere there is another type of being with marionette strings

looking at us in a big kaleidoscope

Because for now---

everything is fashionable