you puked magical pills
and belched alien ray-guns
and spit out diagrams
of flying time machines.
your gnarled noises boomed
through the bathroom door
and echoed in the living room
where i stood on my head
and shook your dad’s hand
as your mom sprouted wings
and flapped over a volcano
of noodles. she interrogated me
about the 8th dimension
and i giggled and clapped
and greeted the magical pills
hiking up my esophagus
and i said “don’t be shy!”
and they smiled and nodded
and spouted from my lips
as you stumbled into the room
and giggled and clapped
and smiled and nodded
and stood on your head
and said “that was fun!
let’s go again! let’s go again!”