i
this time,
i want to be
awake.
i want to feel the
toes in my socks
& see through my
eyes at the same
time.
maybe i’ll even be able to
breathe & think
& process uric acid
at the same
time.
ii
like the sun
we are creatures of
habit
burrowing through our
days like a saw though
plywood.
we want so badly
to be in love that
all we experience is the
wanting.
iii
sometimes
my life feels like an
empty checkerboard, like
last year’s calendar, like
yesterday’s
news.
next time i take a
bite, i want to
taste the
apple.
& when i make a
step i want my foot to be
bare.
so if i start to doze,
wake me up!
especially,
the workings of my
heart.