Into a novella with one look.
Her thought-kingdom has a parole, a haunted house,
a broken down car, and millions of steps.
Statues fly by you when you fly by them—
immortality/momentarily you defy gravity.
Wake up and drink some.
The cat sleeps naturally in your grace.
They call it a tortoise. It looks like a tortoise.
You want to give it a magical name but you keep calling it Kitty.
You want to find someone in this missing apartment,
the hidden indoor room where all manner of guests and agenda await.