# I woke up like this
- black mambas pouring out of my mouth
but still chasing rainbows on morning skies

Prayers are good
for an old hermit crab
limping and crawling from under a rock.
I could ask Guan Yin for a myriad of arms
or branches – if it were to turn into a tree,
or ask the tall big-eyed alabaster Buddha at the art gallery
to help me catch my breath
while I’m drinking my tea

Still feeling what is not there
- as if I missed the northern lights firing up a whole polar night
while I’m trying to reach out one of my phantom limbs
to an open hand