INKPOT: Sometimes I Imagine

By Anna Royle – Creative Writing Editor

The world is a set

and one day it will fall away,

the scaffolding holding my apartment walls

will fold out backwards

like the collapsing of a story book.

The man whos holding the moon

on a fishing rod will get a cramp in his bicep

and itll wobble,

forcing him to take a break—

The glow replaced by a glaring studio lamp.

You will swig from a water bottle

before walking over to a woman

who dabs your face with a makeup brush.

And Ill be left standing alone,

with the feeling,

of when youve hosted a party

and everyone first leaves,

the stress lifted—

Left staring

at the lip-stick stained cups

and paper plates

in silence.