Sleepwalking Between Worlds

I couldn’t order in French.
When I butchered the pronunciation everyone 
was watching.

I decided to be Maggie Wilburson for the day because she didn’t show up to the conference.
Her room was the vegan experience.

I was 7 weeks pregnant,
he pushed the pitchfork down a bit too hard,
drew blood.

I hadn’t seen you for what felt like 30 years
my children asked for photos from the 1980’s

and there we were, trapped in our cult
yellowed polaroids peeling at the edge.

Wake up.

In the hotel lobby, naked and looking for the clothing shop,
approached and offered a robe, I declined.

I’m never sure which combination will walk me back to you,
so I try all of the numbers. Nothing works.