The Graduate

Let me walk on the
thin ribbon of your
Möbius mind, and I,
a dangerous kind of
new, will defy the
tired cords of gravity
and stay suspended

here

in the airy jungle
of the unknown—
this lamp, my only
light.

A twisted head,
just the beginning.

Tomorrow, I will
twist your yesterdays
until you find
yourself,

upside-down and awake,
the only un-eaten apple
in a sea of falling ants.