Tagged: body

mind already here,

mind already here,
body in between time zones,
a complex collage
20170716:2205 PT


three hundred and eight

three hundred and eight
hoops later, we are still bending
the knees, lengthening

the calf muscles, rotating
our ankles to meet the mark

the thought of the thought

it’s true, i do not

it’s true, i do not
hold you like i used to.
yesterday, the dentist
explained it best with
the three classes and five
theories of occlusion,
or how the upper and
lower teeth should come
together with the least
amount of destructive
interferences, a delicate
balance of muscles, ligaments,
and bones, waiting for an
electrical impulse from
the brain. it’s often the
hair-trigger adjustments
that translate most into
an irreversible
and nameless pain

this morning, before

this morning, before
heading out, i came
to the realization
that i am down to
only one repertoire.
even though you
identified five or six
keys within the range
in which you felt most
comfortable, it is
still the same song.
i am looking out
the window, playing
to the passersby, my
entire body hums

fifteen point seven

fifteen point seven
seconds of conviction feels
like a lifetime, holds
the potential of a rocket
before launch, contains
the entire pledge of
allegiance – and still,
comes to very little
steadfastness, strength,
and poise, at the end
of the count, when the body
yields, when lips part

it’s not working, this pretense.

it’s not working, this pretense.
i fire off missives to the regions
of my body that are still slow,
hiding from the signs, as though
everything is fine as long
as the message cannot
. there are
whispers in the blood-
stream that sound like
fish or cut bait.