Hamlet in a Madhouse
Insomnia,
Youre like the gods
Trying on costumes in a dark room.
Young Ophelia brought me tea,
A book,
And a blanket to hide under.
For three whole days
I watched her trace her shadow
With a finger,
Mumbling nursery rhymes.
At night, I saw Ophelias mad ghost
Sitting cross-legged on the floor,
Whereupon, at the site of me,
She stuck out her tongue.
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