Someone is sneaking into
my house while I sleep,
stealthing to my bedside
and bending the frames of
of my glasses so they sit
crookfaced cockeyed
when I put them on
in the morning.
Either that
or my head is
shifting shape
during the
night.
Perhaps…
I should not be telling
you this.
People
have
turned
on me
for far less
than these
obvious
dustings
of
paranoid
schizophrenia.