A touch of winter
A lonely boy pressed start His video game, staticky, turned on He saw his mother Chills VR headset taking him to another dimension Where science and literature are one He stops, he freezes He finds a Doritos taco loco, uneaten on the floor Bends down to touch it Sees a different planet It has centaurs and dragons, oh my What’s next? A shooting star? He can’t remember how he got here He ventures into the nothing, not sure if nothing is something or privation of something His head, not spinning, alarms him. The British are coming Their redcoats aflame A strawberry daq is calling his name Never so frustrated, never so parched. He’s mentally healthy, not torn apart But his lightsaber is glowing, it wants to attack It’s not red, not green, not blue, not purple It’s some shade like Guadalupe, not in our spectrum. His mother emerges Am I not here? Who loves you and holds you and wants to be seen? I can’t tell you I love you I fear you’re far off On your own ...