How deep the rabbit hole goes

  { Everything you see, he explained,         is a thing. No ideas.  The drugs had gone deep.  A tilting sensation.         A goose on a lilo.  He taught me to reach with my hand  to the scar as it healed, never  healed, at the base of my skull. The itch.  Worms in a can.        Continue reading “How deep the rabbit hole goes”