Sunday, August 16, 2015

suddenly a leaf on my foot

an owl looking at me with "turn back now" eyes
sometimes when the guides don't

speak with my native tongue, i expect them

to eventually start to.
my native tongue is not my only one.

suddenly a spider under my skin
suddenly my teeth falling out
suddenly the calendar is supreme
suddenly dust collects and i'm only a body

so suddenly, always quite so

movement continues