I visited the mall today,
and let the girls play
with the oversized foam
figurines and other tots.
The children all around
flitted in and out of view.
Light and shadows,
layering phantoms over real,
like night on toast.
My mind is a place
where fortification is fantasy
and I can jostle the imaginary.
I spread night on toast-
it is sweetly invisible
and tastes like whatever I want.
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