Tilted Crown

One day I watch a photo float by

A book in my face

I raised my finger

To touch it

And merely sent myself sideways

And looking finally found

What it was I seeked

I shrieked

Unwound

Realized the whole time trap

Is real

Then I unreel

How could the face

Of my father

Be turning into leather

The crown my mother wore

Is tilting on top of her head

Death dare not approach

The ones I love

I will beat it back

Undo the tick

My finger knows this trick

I point

Create a reference

Anchor time to the ocean floor

And wave to the crowded room

Shuffle my papers

Clear my throat

And hope that stops the coffin