Can You See Me Now?

Upside down in pink pajamas
in front of your exquisite
painted screen
I’ll smile for you
and wear that silly flower
in my hair
but I’m not moving.
I won’t concede
this new perspective
head down to the ground
legs in the air
like an exclamation point
defying gravity
and all the usual conclusions.
From this angle
I can see the roots of things
beneath the fog
like bones beneath the skin,
framework and foundation
for all your fleshy
lies and disguises.
And I’m smiling
as you struggle
to get used to it,
this new disturbance
in the balance
you thought forever set.