In the land of inside out
I felt awash in gentle rhythms
like a rinse cycle --
danced a thousand tangos with magpies.
I so wanted to understand
their laws of gravity
and traffic,
I kidnapped a cop,
made him drive in circles
while I tossed apples at taxi cabs.
The drivers cursed me in Dutch
and gave me money --
I was rich as a cat
and ate spider plants for water.
I'll never own a fur coat
so fine as my cat coat
in the land of inside out.
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