I am from the shrieks and moans of the mountains
that sleep in a room beneath me.
From their cold icy tips
to their beautiful greenery and animals.

I am from a black hole
with beautiful stars surrounding it
with diverse planets spinning in confusion.

I’m from the ups and downs
and the disappearing brownies
and the seafood and mushrooms that repel me.
Yes, the seafood and mushrooms repel me.

I am from Cabeswater,
and I swim in the cold reflection of the sky.
I run in the bright green grass, the color of dish soap,
in my bare feet.

We roast marshmallows till they’re burnt
or golden brown.
And then we run all around.
Yes, and then we run all around.

As the moon rises up and shines like a light bulb,
they say get ready for bed, please.
As we go into the house, which is quiet as a mouse,
they pick all the yucky ticks off me.
Yes, they pick all the yucky ticks off me.