sometimes i sit and tap my shoe
i type the words and words and words. it's a simple operation, i don't even have to
spell them right (the machine does it for me). sometimes i chew my gum and when that gets boring
i chew my straw, when that gets boring I chew my tongue, when that gets boring i chew my hair, when
that gets boring i go cross-eyed, when that gets boring
i close my eyes and think of
think think of your warm hard softness, and i can feel your hand
tracing up my spine, one vertebrate, two vertebrae,
clavicle, head, shoulders, fingertoes, and that
soft spot on my neck. i check the clock again.
tick tock, body rocks, your straights and all my curves. straight in the suit and a mess
outside.
sometimes i sit and tap my shoe.
i wait for you to make me a woman.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
dear police, somebody
stole my soul. no one
saw them do it, it was a witnessless crime. i
didn't even catch it. see, this is a tricky one,
the soul is colorful to the heavens but
transparent to the earthly eye, and so I couldn't reach out
and grab it when they extracted it from my nose with a long skinny hook (well, that's how I'd imagine they'd do it, like the egyptians took out brains.)
if the soul
is like hope (and I hope it is) it is
a thing with feathers, and so that made
the theft that much easier, as my soul didn't really have to be pulled,
it was ready to go, it did what a soul naturally longs to do,
it floated on up and up toward
the lights and
the dancing, the painted colors and
pointed shapes.
stole my soul. no one
saw them do it, it was a witnessless crime. i
didn't even catch it. see, this is a tricky one,
the soul is colorful to the heavens but
transparent to the earthly eye, and so I couldn't reach out
and grab it when they extracted it from my nose with a long skinny hook (well, that's how I'd imagine they'd do it, like the egyptians took out brains.)
if the soul
is like hope (and I hope it is) it is
a thing with feathers, and so that made
the theft that much easier, as my soul didn't really have to be pulled,
it was ready to go, it did what a soul naturally longs to do,
it floated on up and up toward
the lights and
the dancing, the painted colors and
pointed shapes.
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