Where did I get that idea from?
Did I pull it out of a hat
expecting a nice white rabbit
or a few brightly colored scarves
Maybe I caught it like the flu
and it rubbed off on me and infected my heart.
Possibly it came in with my groceries.
Flew like a bug all the way from China in a box of tea and oranges
or maybe I constructed it out of popsicle sticks and glue.
Maybe the smell of the glue
affected my thinking
and my confusion became my reality.
I still don’t know where I got that idea from.
All I know is that I misconstrued it
went the extra mile
took it too far
and it tripped me like a ripcord
connected to my parachute
that
never
opens.
