Failing the porridge test –
That is, stealing someone else’s
Breakfasts, in their cottage,
Until one of those strange breakfasts seems
Least disagreeable
And then awaiting lethargy…

But to repeat,
Failing the porridge test,
I could not sleep,
Knowing everything was broken,
Knowing I had broken everything
And was in the wrong bed…

Failing the porridge test
And feeling like a firefly in a bottle,
A mask wearing, heat crazed,
Panicked, zooming, self made inmate
Spying a treeline beyond the open wooden door…

Failing, I say…