Manifest Destiny

I was in a class in an auditorium being taught by Mrs. Schaetzle, my 7th and 8th
grade English teacher, and I was eating cereal from my
special bunny rabbit bowl and suddenly a huge rusty
sharp bolt stuck up through the bottom of it and yes I
am aware of Freudian implications and I nicked my
thumb on it and it was a little messy and all I
could think was--oh I haven't had a tetanus shot I
should probably get a tetanus shot. And I excused
myself from class and everyone stared and I went to
find a lady’s room but wandered out into the hall
leading into a Sears store looking up the narrow
clothing aisles for a restroom and bumped into an
older lady who clucked nicely over my hand and
escorted me to the restroom and helped me wash it and put
antibacterial stuff on it—truly I have always loved being
rescued—and she told me about how she used to live with her
partner (lover?) in a room in the mall when it was “just a
teeny tiny A-frame” and she shaped it with her hands
and disappeared but I was still frightened of my thumb and
held it up to the light and I thought I could see the
hole in it unsure so tried looking at the other one to
compare/contrast differences.

I was made out of a mirror reflection, that surface of cold
and slippery and someone had written all this stuff in
loopy neon green/yellow highlighter all over me, cursive sloppy
and I couldn't read it but could sort of see
bits of it reflected back up to me in the glare of
my own face and then somehow Lore thought it said I
should give him a blowjob and got mad that I wouldn't and I pulled away--woke up.

People with eyes flooded red with burst veins
and when they turned towards me red blood dribbled
out of the corners of their eyes. Not through the tear
ducts but from the lower eyelid underneath, like seeping out.