Tortoise shells were raining from my forehead today. I almost caught it: nose bleeding, head thrumming. The bedclothes were all twisted up my toes' thick nails were pounding beneath the skin; there was a mess of daisies and lilies and snapdragons. "What?" I said to you. "What!" but there was no reply: Rising, deciding to dance: placing those pink buffalo slippers upon my dainty feet. It was there you made your mistake: underestimating my resolve. "This ring: take-it, take-it. "I beg you: take it "for I wish to blow away in the wind. "My black umbrella catches "and I float away from you forever "among lands of spice and dreams-made-reel."