Quagmire

I walked the shape of a square Inside of a circle. I brought shrimp to a lobster fest. This morning I woke up With someone else's nose. My niece is stuck in an elevator With no shoes or sox. The leaves need to be raked. No one can find the rake. My brother loves to talk on the phone But he has strep throat. I can't pick up the roll of paper towels, I'm holding this baby. I'm driving home And there's not even ginger ale. I can see the words but can't read them. I can hear the sounds but can't put meaning to them. I can feel the feelings but not know how to process them. My toaster of a heart can't tell when the toast is burnt. A roaring beach campfire Waiting for reflective faces That never show up. The body as the asylum. Choices that further enchain us. You, please, you entertain us. You will entertain us. I will entertain us. *** 3/30/23 Writing Challenge "Q" Words Contest Sponsor: Me, I'm sponsoring myself