teeth in my purse

I keep spare teeth in my purse,

just in case the day gets worse.

wore socks as gloves and gloves as shoes,

ate the sun and drank bad news!

my shadows’ got opinions now,

it lectures me in german somehow.

the moon winked twice and then took off,

left me dancing with a sneezing moth.

I said “life’s a mess”

they said “its apart”

so I pinned a fish

to my beating heart