Sunday, November 17, 2013

I'm Just Saying

Basically, I’m about as crisp as a frozen duck.
I sleep so lightly that my bed could be a boat
drifting out to sea. I’m aware of the wires under the world
that are just nerves along fault lines that startle the city
awake late at night. When dried rice is dropped on the sidewalk
it springs back up. That’s just the nerves in the earth
snapping back. I’d like to thank today the same way
I would thank a mechanic for fixing a machine.
Such an odd way to be walking around thanking things.
I’m alert to this bland mode of my becoming.
I mean really: if I were a sailor in the Atlantic
with swells lapping at my boat,
I’d be all like, I’d rather be home.

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