Time past is a hyena –
I am keeping just one step ahead.
I place a toe carefully on the marble
as though on a forest floor,
wriggle my toes, stare blankly.
I do not know what I have done,
or must do –
to either hide behind the door,
or bounce back like a fairy;
to eat stardust, or raid a dairy;
stuff myself with raisins, or millipedes –
And vomit out the rainbow that was you.