i

 

like as always i am 

blazing in my dress-up sweatshirt

i am hunkering in the corner by the fridge

as always, the small creatures eye me widely

and messily drum to my galaxy of fife

which to the din of the grownup world

who needs it am i right? it’s all

hootenanny and sparkling wine

it’s a messianic wink as 

to a friend like a self say

“down the hatch” and carom through to 

a 3 a.m. wolfing of sandwich

a 5 a.m. wondering of world

it’s the hour like as i always i am

drifting on a floe 

away from the hospital i was born

away from the rubble of the world

away from the expectations of others

away from the lingering sharp sustain

let’s call it a b flat

let’s swirl it in our jowls like a smoky

refrain

let’s cultivate it wildly

my friend

and as like i always am

let’s sleep into the day