Yesterday

Yesterday, I fell into a hole in my room.

I imagined myself as a cow donning a cowboy hat.

My dog snacked on a snail.

My neighbor, Rick, shockingly ate my dog.

I stumbled into another hole in my backyard.

I believed I was a snail for a moment.

I envisioned myself as Joe Biden sporting a MAGA hat.

Trump devoured my enchiladas.

Yesterday, and the day before,

I felt as though I had died.