by Mary Ruefle
Describe the day when you first knew
that you were Real.
Ok, then describe the day
when you first had the sensation
life was but a Dream.
Well then, the day little Donald
took your jar of buttons
and you wept under the aspens
who did not seem to care one way or another
which made you madder than a hornet
and when Mrs. Felton saw you
stinging yourself, she invited you in
and gave you a glass of milk
and a piece of pie. What Kindness.
What kind of pie?
Did its purple eyes tell you then
what you know now?