Like Something

she squinted her eyes
slightly and suddenly
the mop looked           like something
she had never seen
before. was it possible
that for all those
years she seemed
to have been
break-
dancing on her
head? a mile               short of losing
reality
she decided to             order
some
additional hours
for her days. but
the distressed
oak wood got in
the way. she tried         to spell
e-l-e-p-h-a-n-t
but could only
remember                    that gray
matters
in some things. all
that was left
to do was to                  look
up to the skies              and memorize
that smile. there was
movement in it.
how beauty
full she                         thought.