like an extra on the walking dead,
hair at cardinal points
& as murphy would have it
a stray breast escaped
the confines of a tank top.
my face lies in the bottom of a handbag
waiting to be applied so i might
pass as human, or look (at the very least)
like i slept more than 2hrs last night
thanks to three tints of concealer
& enough strobe to blind a raver.
the tiny human has lost two socks
& a shoe
in the fur pile of unicorn sentinels
between her bed & the door.
i may lose my mind looking for it.