Sunday, November 17, 2013


what is this tip toe dance I’m doing
around a purple room
without me moving a limb?
this pursing of lips and
imaginary fingers catching their kiss
at the other end

and this song?
I know this song
 the sounds climbing my frame
up and down, up and down
from pianissimo to forte to pianissimo
why sing it now,  in my dressing gown
smiling in front of a mirror like a dumb man
staring at his feet in a summer puddle

a child is blowing soap bubbles through a straw
in my head
and while my hat is still on
and no one can see a thing
I’m going to corner him
I’m going to catch him
I’m going to grab him by the hand and ask him:

what is this? what is this?

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