the small prince sat
in the same glass you keep your toothbrush.
Don’t fill it up with water,
find another thing to drink.
The small prince thought
“…but i’m too small to be a monarch
when shall I grow up?”
The small prince asked his mother.
The small prince is so small
that to look at him makes you nauseous,
he cannot be seen by most naked eyes;
wear as many clothes as you can.
The small prince reads a small-print edition
of Dmitri’s theories of pyrology
He was plagiarised from a European
copy of a grandmother’s
puppet that blew in from the window.
The window was small,
and the room’s wooden mirror,
could never show his face,
and was warped by the glass.