Poem: "Self-Portrait as Dorothy Gale"

Note: This poem was published on the now-defunct poetry blog, Public Pool. Public Pool's Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram are still up, though unfortunately their website is not.

Self-Portrait as Dorothy Gale

Magic cannot be contained
Within glasses of rosé
Or sepia-colored tubes
Powering the television.

If the eyes get too close,
They could go blind,
Or the pupils may dilate,
And suck in the photons.

I shall get my fortune told
On the second Saturday,
Every month. And I will
Never wash my hair again.