Vacation
How can people say
they’ve never traveled
anywhere when they
can just recline on the
couch, close their eyes
and push down gently
on fragile eyelids.
Islands exist in red
and green on oceans
of black. I see their
shapes and name them
silly things like
St. Peach Fuzz
or
Jabberwock Isle.
Whenever I feel trapped
indoors I visit each one
and send relatives
and friends invitations.
If you want to come
just lean back, close
your eyes and press
down gently on your
rested eyelids.
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