She had to go to Idaho
(or was it Illinois)
and the maps were shifty.

Her husband, her mother,
a tree frog and a rhinoceros
kept telling her the way.

Her car had flat tires
and a sewing machine
where the engine used to be.

She had to make supper
for two hundred people
with teabags and a dozen eggs.

Headless chickens and shopping carts
filled with unripe and singing squashes
roamed the supermarket.

And then, there were spiders
in the sugar canister
and spots on the tomatoes.

Not only that, her glasses didn’t work,
she ran out of ink, and every pair of shoes
gave her blisters and hammertoes.


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