and here we go

dear police, somebody
stole my soul. no one
saw them do it, it was a witnessless crime. i
didn't even catch it. see, this is a tricky one,
the soul is colorful to the heavens but
transparent to the earthly eye, and so I couldn't reach out
and grab it when they extracted it from my nose with a long skinny hook (well, that's how I'd imagine they'd do it, like the egyptians took out brains.)

if the soul
is like hope (and I hope it is) it is
a thing with feathers, and so that made
the theft that much easier, as my soul didn't really have to be pulled,
it was ready to go, it did what a soul naturally longs to do,
it floated on up and up toward
the lights and
the dancing, the painted colors and
pointed shapes.