I was about to go off my meds
So I got behind the wheel of my instant Ferrari
And peeled out for the drive-thru happiness.
The neighbors gawked, the birds sang and the squirrels squirreled.
Nice, said my shadow,
Sitting beside me ensconced in a bucket of fine Corinthian leather,
You know, he continued, and I hit the eject button
But no worries, shadows can fly like limpid pools of mercury
And I had no time for that,
Your new gallery was opening,
A commissioned self-portrait
Of all the women we could become
Hanging in the ether
And I imagined my 4th grade teacher dressed as a French maid
Serving Sauvignon Blanc in plastic cups at your gala
And knew, knew I’d never survive on an empty-stomach.