My sanity sets on a million
Resting on the
Sometimes it tip toes
through a room of mousetraps
will send me to the crazyhouse.
It’s the small things
that make me crack.
and bad relationships
I’m prepared for
but losing a toothpaste cap down the drain,
always having to pee,
forgetting a belt,
warm toilet seats,
when I forget to close the window
on rainy days.
waking up to my neighbor’s dogs.
These things send me to the madhouse
snap mouse traps in a room
where one domino tips over insanity.
I am held together by a frayed shoelace
so don’t pull too hard.
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FRiGG: A Magazine of Fiction and Poetry | Issue 49 | Spring/Summer 2017