The Fairy Floss

Affliction was a problem until it came to my imagination.

I stepped up---

with a stepping stool---

and put a ring around my neck

Everything out here was made of clouds---

big fluffy pillowy ridiculous clouds---

the kind that had room for nightmares,

and dreamscapes

and ridiculous notions of happiness

I was sick in the head,

very, very sick.

Too much of this blue cotton candy was winding up and down my windpipe---

and I was just wishing it was pink instead of

blue---

and this was the fairground.