Unwrapping a present
She stood up
And spilled, ‘I just can’t take it.
I don’t think you will make it.’
Too far out of it to know you’re in it.
Unwinding the present
She looked back
And cried, ‘what on earth happened?
You were so happy.’
Too far out of it to know you’re in it.
Spinning circles in the kitchen.
You’ve got a month.