Inny (Poem)
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Lying on my bed
Listening to my breath
Playing with my breasts
Daydreaming
No radio on–no music–for once
Almost midnight
Feeling my buzz wind down
Savoring sensations in a slightly drunken way
Observing shadows on the wall
Spider webs moving gently… with what breeze?
Completely unproductive
Contemplating my navel (an inny)
My breast (an outie)
My hips (gently rolling hills)
Thinking of Eskimos and northern lights
Endless days or endless nights
Igloos and sealskins and fur-covered boats
Couples who couple through slits in their clothes
42 words for snow
—and numeric systems based on 5
—instead of 10
—since it’s too cold to take out 10 fingers
—at once
