Playing footsies with the man you think
is me, underneath the supper table.

Chicken and rice again, hot and stale.
Where did I leave the dreams?

If you’d take a peek beneath, you might
see that the thigh your big toe casually approaches
belongs not to your husband
but to a face in the clouds,
fleeting and intangible,

or the ambience of a black
lighted room without a window.
I want Super Saiyan abilities
It's fine, but I personally think there should have been more to it.
Today I feel electric grey
I hope tomorrow, neon black
Then maybe you should have written it .
Seriously though, thanks for taking the time to read my stuff.
I want Super Saiyan abilities