Suddenly
the world has flipped
magnetic poles swapped places
and when you flush
everything swirls in the wrong direction.
You
had nothing to do with this,
yet the shabby overcoat of blame
dangles from your hook --the one
with your name scrawled
in third grade cursive over top.
Wasn't that label beneath the hook
yesterday?
Perhaps you did make a wish one year
snapping that annual turkey bone,
or tossed half-hearted prayers
skyward, with no conviction
that selfish prayers such as these get answered.
Apparently they do.
Now everything is backwards,
topsy-turvy,
whopper-jawed and catty-whompus.
And you must find the spell
to turn the world
right side up again.
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