Cave

Pins and needles,
needles and pins—
scraping and scratching
their way in.

I collect them in a pile
to protect me for a while.

I arrange
the deranged
with a smile.

In my cave.

I build my nest.
Take what I need—
throw out the rest.

In my cave.

Upside-down, right-side up—
Do you see me?

I see you.