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Napkin
A step into the kitchen reveals everything is wrong
I grab a handful of oyster crackers though I'm supposed to be dieting
I must lose weight or else they'll make fun of me and shove me into the mud again
But food gives me comfort
and as I search for a napkin to place the little crackers on
I realize they aren't there
I keep searching,
crumbs raining down from my clenched hand
As I walk I realize
I don't know this house at all
The tiles feel unfamiliar
Was there really a stain on the ceiling
Last time I wandered in for a forbidden snack?
Is this house really real?
Is this oyster cracker, the only survivor of my rushed, napkin-less binge, really real?
Am I real?
How is one to tell
whether reality exists
when all their little heart wants is a napkin?
