The Obvious Reasons

We had breakfast inside an exploding albatross.
They shipped it from Finland, apparently.
‘They’, however, are a group of old tools.
A screwdriver, a hammer, and one of those
hand drills. They call the drill ‘some name’.
The drill’s name is ‘some name’. There
was a lot of animal parts flying around
during breakfast. The explosion. I never told
this to anyone but my mom was actually
a catcher’s mitt assembled on Saturn. I just
feel so happy to be able to fall down,
over, and over again, without any
obvious reason. Finally, I am made of
little swarms of tiny worms. Just
like God.