Flat Earth

To which object does my shadow 
belong?  It  was damaged 
during the home invasion.

This was before your refrigerator ran away
before the easter bunny 
was arrested for trespassing on private property
before bigfoot pawned your inner 

                                           earrings... Hello, can you hear me? Hello?                                             
Friends... I too have bad posture and telekinetic 
powers and stare at the food on my plate 
until your plastic sporks are doing yoga. 
	
Oh no, am I thinking about thinking again?
                                               
Words and other unethical trap-shoots 
are not so easily evaded: the mouse 
was a mouse, the man was also a mouse
my shadow belongs to someone else:
does a stapler love or bake?

A ridiculous question to be sure, 
but what if  
is all I have, an inkling crawling across      
the  blank landmasses  see  spots  collide 
because  schoolyard  subordinates  locked 
object and verb into the wrong conjugation?
The noun was jealous of actual persons places and things.

It’s been raining on and off ever since Tuesday.