And she said, step on through

the shadows await you

I thought, shit why must she

always be so poetic.

So I wiped my feet upon the welcome matt

passed out across the threshold and entered.

Once in the kitchen she asked me

where my tolerance levels were that day

I told her that I had left toleration outside

to pee upon her right wing neighbors maple tree.

She said that, to her even the upside down seemed logical.

I replied, that I thought logic had become a real bore.

She handed me a large cup of steaming brew

I sniffed at the steam and smiled.

She told me to drink up

so I did.