Try turning a gun inside out.  See what happens.
Perhaps you will find love there, around the bullets,
or a story about love in a way you've never experienced,
but you somehow know exists.  

Try turning a paper crane inside out, or a thousand.
See what happens.  Reversed, they just make other animals,
butterflies that refuse to eat for an entire lifetime,
wounded elephants, and spiders that feast upon sunbeams.

Try turning your house inside out, like it has an eating disorder,
and purges your books and CDs and unwashed laundry onto your lawn,
the neighbor's lawn.  See what happens when you try to talk it out of
destroying itself, tell it its windows are not too small, it's kitchen
not as big as it looks in that particular color.

Saw into your own skull and turn your brain inside out. 
Is it dead-colored silly string beef?
Is it a litter of scattered Polaroids of your jumbled subconscious,
glowing brighter and brighter as they absorb daylight for the first time?
See what happens.  See how powerful color can be.  Dig through the mush
and see if the mind really does have an eye.

Try turning your birthday inside out.  See where it gets you.  
An alternate dimension.  Two hundred more friends.  Jumping
on your own coffin, alternating between the glee of a girl
on a trampoline and a stormy amphetamine anger.

Try turning our love inside out and see if it is some kind of
twitching glittery fish.  See if it has arms and wings and stripes.
See if it is a stage of insects performing Shakespearean tragedy.
See if it feels like mixing opiates with amphetamines.  See what
you say when I tell you I think we should get married again,
because you put bright gaffer tape on everything and
because of this green rope I ordered from the Internet.  

Turn the universe inside out and see if the planets
shed their rings like snake skin.  See once and for all
if aliens exist.  See if God exists.  See if you are God.
Run your fingers over its train-wrecked edges, and see
if you feel remorse.

Turn your pockets inside out and see if there is charity
or greed.  See if there is a collection of deer, starved
for weeks.  See if there's a mirror to check yourself in,
to see if by the end of the night, your face is just one
large red wound.  See if self-consciousness is
what's keeping you from utterly destroying yourself.