When your hands grab the pizza wheel,

while you were actually searching for the knives.

Basking in the blue light of the light of the refrigerator ,

basking in that new light, letting it hit your face,

and the cool breeze, is

well, cool.

It hadn’t occurred to you there was a new watch on your wrist.

A new detective on the wrist case.

It hadn’t occurred to you there had been a time change.

It hadn’t occurred to you there was light in your face,

blinding you,,,

the sun was in your face,

blinding you,,,,

or meteors shooting across the sky,

blinding you.

The room had been partially painted blue,

you have been partially painted blue,

floating,

like a buoy,

floating,

like your sleepwalking,

like a planet,

like a reckless meteor.

Be careful you don’t cut your hands digging around in that drawer.

Knives are knives,

Whether or not the sun is beating down on you,

down on your smiling face,

they are still knives ,

floating or not.