The outside hangs like a curtain in the room
a cross-eyed monkey peering through walls.
Space shrinks to eight by ten and
the footprints of tubular bed feet.
A theater of voices runs around the ceiling
whispering the lost vowels of pain and fear.
It is a world engineered by a malevolent Alice
with days long as pulled taffy stalled in repeats.
Construction cranes seen through the window
leer like spaceships with electric night smiles.