Optical Illusion Poem by Michelle Asswit

You're here, you're there
You are everywhere
And you make me anticipate
Something that doesn't exist
It's like seeing a star
and realizing it's a plane
it's like thinking it's morning
but it's the end of the day
And with such confusion you'd think I mind
But really, pretending you're here is all right
I enjoy believing you are an optical illusion
Because it means I have an imagination
It means that I am somehow used to alienation