i want to hand you your mother on a plate.
i want to fold a piece of paper into a tree
i want to pluck some mushrooms from a forest that doesn’t exist
and then serve it to you with sparkly glitter twinkling like bad CG from that one Rihanna dance cover.
i want an elephant in latex to jump several times
i want a seal to clap and then begin tap dancing
and some ladies from the 18th century to time travel and start a disco party
in your mother’s houseware
then i want to pour orange juice into a bowl and watch it bubble with elves.