I wish I lived
in a fantasy land,
or, rather, fantasy
public bus, utopian
elevator, or blissful
city sidewalk where
all the people you
can trust wear
the same color
shirt on the same
day, where the man
waiting to dissect
your lifetime's timeline
signals his existence
with a glance as
suggestive as O'Keefe
roses.

Where it would
not only be normal
to bust out of
the seams housing
your sanity laughing
at a joke you heard last week-
where it would,
in fact, be highly
recommended
in moderation.